Taken For Granted Poem by Dr Vidya Hariharan

Love is like the gentle mist
Air laden with feelings warm
Moist as a new sponge cake
Tasty, soothing and calm.

Love is the extra helping
Of favourite food on your plate
Cooked after a long time
Your appetite to satiate.

Love is the glance exchanged
To warn you of a faux pas
About to be committed,
Best to let it pass.

Love is the quiet voice
Commiserating over a loss
Making you feel better,
Though you may be cross.

Love is the sibling who stops
Teasing words tumbling out
When they know you've failed
To achieve what you want.

Love is the towel picked up
From the wet bathroom floor
Left to hang on the rail
After you had your bath.

Love is the sun on your face
A benediction from above.
Love rests in the tiny things
Too miniscule to count.
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