That's Love to Me

Call me eccentric,

that’s how I am.

Love is not measured by things,

not by expensive gifts,

but by gestures.

I am a hoarder,

my spouse is not,

above things like the card,

he would simply deposit

in the recycling bin,

though that would be

fabulous art surface for me.



But that day,

I was painting at the art table,

and he was sorting the garage.

Quietly, without a word,

he placed the card,

on my table.

No words, just the card,

but it told a lot.

My eyes became watery,

for that is love to me.

My readers,

love is not always spoken,

sometimes a gesture

tells the entire story.



If he had ordered

a diamond jewelry,

I would have been

terribly disappointed.

I would have questioned him,

immigrant life, one salary,

a heavy mortgage, and two kids,

was that spending necessary?

But this card,

on which I can paint my imagination,

is so welcome.

That is love to me.



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