Granted, Love Comes – A Poem

Granted, Love Comes

By N. M. Sirett©

GRANTED, LOVE COMES

Love comes

But it is sometimes nothing new.

Love comes.

It shapes us, smoothing our souls like silk on glass.

Love comes.

When it is given freely,

And has been there all our lives,

It becomes like air.

A thing not thought of

But used. A given.

Love comes –

Is granted. Like breath. Like life.

And given generously, sometimes, say… by parents.

We accept it but do not acknowledge this kind of love.

It has been fed to us in the womb.

Love comes in birth.

And we take and take,

Breathing it into our blood to fuel the oxygen already there.

Without a second thought.

It is natural and familiar. Unlike falling in love,

Which can be raw. Or the novelty of a new friend. That job, that career.

That song.

Love comes in many different forms.

Love comes.

But granted love is given to us.

It is our birthright.

It is parental love. That unseen force

Driving us through our day

Granted

Unconditional

Free

Unfelt

Until…

Love goes – slips past the veil

To an intangible place.

And when love goes,

When it is no longer granted love,

We stop taking it for granted.

We stop. We suddenly feel what

We only thought was breath.

But there is no such thing as only breath.

Without air, we cannot survive.

So all the while you have love that is

Granted, be thankful. And try to feel it

Running through your veins.

For once it is no longer granted to you,

That precious gift,

You will need to live with the empty spaces

Swimming alongside the blood flow – that lifeforce.

You will have to still live.

And perhaps, you will grant your own love

To a little one.

New to this world.