Counting

I’m counting;
It started without warning
And now I can’t stop.
I’ve made it past ten,
One hundred and twenty-six.  
— And a half  —
As a matter of fact

As long as you Love me
I’ll keep counting. 

Stars in the sky, 
Leaves on the trees,
Aprils, Novembers and Sundays;
Midnights and mornings,
Flights and fantasies,
Kisses, wishes, and smiles.

Snowflakes, raindrops,
And cold winter nights,
Poems and titles, 
Love songs and singers;
Days, hours and minutes 
Mickey’s hand keeps ticking them off
 
And as long as you Love me
I’ll keep counting. 



Janet Reid
november 2008