My Assumption of Love
by Pamela M. Graul-Gwizdala
All the days of my life
I assumed; I knew what love was
When my mother held me in her arms, hugged and kissed me
I assumed; I knew what love was
When my grandmother served me warm milk and cookies
I assumed; I knew what love was
When my mother unselfishly gave us children her food
I assumed; I knew what love was
When my puppy licked my face as she wagged her tail
I assumed; I knew what love was
When my father ran beside me as I rode my bicycle
I assumed; I knew what love was
When my mother dried the tears and placed a band-aid on my knee
I assumed; I knew what love was
When my parents helped me purchase my first car
I assumed; I knew what love was
When a boy kissed and held me in his arms while we danced
I assumed; I knew what love was
When a man asked me to marry him at the age of nineteen
I assumed; we knew what love was
When we made a promise through our vows to love, honor and cherish
I assumed; we would love each other forever
When I held my first child in my arms and gazed into her eyes
I assumed; I knew what love was
When I rocked and read stories to my children
I assumed; I knew what love was
When my husband and I were legally divorced
I assumed; we had forgotten what love was
When I held my nineteen-year-old daughter’s hand
in the Emergency Room
I assumed; I knew what love was