True Love

True love is a sacred flame
That burns eternally,
And none can dim its special glow
Or change its destiny.
True love speaks in tender tones
And hears with gentle ear,
True love gives with open heart
And true love conquers fear.
True love makes no harsh demands
It neither rules nor binds,
And true love holds with gentle hands
The hearts that it entwines.

~Helen Steiner Rice

A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and he handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on.

After his mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:

For cutting the grass: $5.00

For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00

For going to the store for you: .50

Baby-sitting my brother while you went shopping: .25

Taking out the garbage: $1.00

For getting a good report card: $5.00

For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00

Total owed: $14.75

Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote:

For the nine months I nurtured you here
while you were growing inside me there:
No Charge.

For all the nights that I've sat up with you,
doctored and nursed and prayed for you:
No Charge.

For all the trying times, and all the tears
that you've caused through the years:
No Charge.

For all the nights that were filled with dread,
and for the worries I knew were ahead:
No Charge.

For the toys, food, clothes,
and even wiping your runny nose:
No Charge.

When you add it up, the cost of my love is:
No Charge, Son.

When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said, "Mom, I sure do love you".

And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: "PAID IN FULL"


~ Author Unknown