Now you are about making me stifle a chuckle too Dear! Smiles;-

my ears appeared funny.

Wowwwwwww! Raw words of wisdom, the naked truth in all of its entirety;-

'This is it, son...
when you laugh at yourself
you ridicule the poor and helpless
in the streets'
She points at the scar on my knee.
'I want you to see every scar,
every wrinkle,
every grey hair as a badge of honour.'

'I want you to see in your reflection a sick man
and behind you a nurse, mother, medicine;
the medicine you need to heal our shared pain.

I want you to think back to the times
you were hungry
and there was no food to eat.
How I brought your toothless mouth to nipples
and gave the last drop of my nectar.

I want you to remember how you go searching in the river,
for periwinkles that don't exist
smudging or patrolling the streets,
picking nuts
and driving me nuts...
and remember how I took you in
scrubbed your body
washed your rags
without a scowl on my face
or a slap on your face'

I'm standing before the mirror
looking at a piece of love

And the closing nailed it home;-

Love is not a thousand sweet words
Love is not a well inked poem
Love is the little little things you do
Love is more of action than words
Love is reciprocal

Keep steeming Dearie.