So many things count as love:
The double bunch of tulips
Crammed in the vase;
The invitation to dinner
Tomorrow night
So we can wait home tonight
For our daughter,
Now 16,
Out to dinner;
The endless series
Of cards with small children
Holding hands,
So we can remember our childhood
Together
Even though we met
In our mid-thirties;
Together
Noticing the squirrels in the backyard
As they fluff their tails;
Seeing the way the cat
Matches the new floor tile
In the kitchen.
So many things count as love:
The fist bump
Over the top of the shower stall
When leaving;
The call before coming home
Once again.
So many things
Count as love.
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