True Love

by Magdalena Graham aged 12

The soft, tender touch of the child.
Loving fingers clutching yours,
Stroking your cheeks softly.
This is true love.

Babbling nonsense words.
Can you make something out?
Ma…ma!
This is true love.

Wobbling down the hall.
First steps: One, two, three.
Frenzied excitment, endless joy.
This is true love.

First friend, sleepover on the couch!
Whispering secrets all night.
Tears when morning comes.
This is true love.

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