| I have always believed love was a verb - an active | | | | will treasure the poem. |
| word - a word that required action, not just quotes. | | | | If you're ever going to love me love me now, while I |
| What good does it say to say, "I love you" if there | | | | can know |
| are no actions involved? Do you mean, "I love you | | | | All the sweet and tender feeling which from real |
| but I don't have time for you"? Has the phrase | | | | affection flow. |
| become meaningless like,"Let's do lunch sometime"? | | | | Love me now, while I am living; do not wait till I am |
| I have tried to teach all of my children that actions | | | | gone |
| speak louder than words. So a recent conversation | | | | And then chisel it in marble-- warm love words on |
| with one of my grown children was extremely | | | | ice-cold stone. |
| upsetting to me. This child said, "Just because I don't | | | | If you've dear, sweet thought of me, why not |
| call you doesn't mean I don't love you." Really? Given | | | | whisper them to me? |
| what this child knows about me and my recent | | | | Don't you know 'twould make me happy and as glad |
| circumstances, it seems odd not to get a quick | | | | as glad could be? |
| phone call to say, "How are you, Mom?" I know it's | | | | If you wait till I am sleeping, ne'er to waken here |
| not due to a generation gap because I have other | | | | again, |
| children who understand actions speak louder than | | | | There'll be walls of earth between us and I couldn't |
| empty words. | | | | here you then. |
| For decades I have had the following poem hanging | | | | If you knew someone was thirsting for a drop of |
| on my wall. The author is unknown, but during the | | | | water sweet |
| '80s and '90s when I had it posted on my Music And | | | | Would you be slow to bring it? Would you step with |
| Words website, I must have had thirty emails from | | | | laggard feet? |
| people claiming to be the author of it. I purchased it | | | | There are tender hearts all round us who are thirsting |
| during the '70s on a beautiful plaque, and the plaque | | | | for our love; |
| said the author was unknown. I've searched for | | | | Why withhold from them what nature makes them |
| years to find if anyone has copyrighted it, which | | | | crave all else above? |
| doesn't necessarily mean the copyright holder is the | | | | I won't need your kind caresses when the grass |
| author (example: Happy Birthday Song was | | | | grows o'er my face; |
| copyrighted by a woman who did not write the | | | | I won't crave your love or kisses in my last low |
| song). I've found no copyright, so author is still | | | | resting place. |
| unknown. | | | | So, then, if you love me any, if it's but a little bit, |
| I offer it with the invitation to copy it, use it, and live | | | | Let me know it now while living; I can own and |
| by it. All of us will die someday, and those left behind | | | | treasure it. |