There's a seat for you at my table.

Song: The Most Beautiful Thing - Bruno Majors

Sometimes it's as simple as this

I turn around and you're there and at times you sing

You scoop out a spoonful of food and you pick out the tenderest meat

And when my body rejects the world

You lay your cold hands on my burning skin

Like something medicinal

Like something homely

There's only so much love that a person can know

Yet you carry them all like you birthed them; children of your own

You're my grandma's fireplace,

My father's old guitar,

You're my childhood teddy bear still sleeping in my cupboard

But most of all,

You're the hug, the warmth of a coffee cup in your hands

When the going gets tough.

What complexities can love have now?

What expectations can further exist?

When you have made loving so easy:

By the plates of food that your motherly hands cooked,

By the pictures, by the stories,

The simplicity of making my bed,

The comfort in your seat next to mine,

Laughs and mischievous glances, 

The snicker that follows a knowing look.

The music and then the dancing and then the singing at ungodly hours.

The hands that I can find when there's fear and uncertainty.

But because you have taught me the ease and simplicity,

So then do I love - in that same manner, with the same peace.

So then do I love and love and love.

And so I've come to love

The way you have loved me.

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