Fruit
Lifes natural source of endorphins.
She hands me a bowl of assorted fruit
Food is her love language.
Oreos
Black and white sandwich cookies,
cream-filled and delicious with milk.
(Even though I’m lactose intolerant).
She knows that’s my favorite.
Sour and gummy candies.
Small boxes of candy
one dollar each
left on the dining table.
No note, but
the lingering care and affection from her.
Each snack she chooses
she chooses carefully.
Thinking, wondering
if I am still the same girl who loves each of those.
This reminds me very much of my husband and I. Not very good with words, not very affectionate, but I can’t pass a favorite snack of his without putting it in the grocery cart.