a typewriter poem, bought for a birthday present
where do you focus your love
is it in the little things
in the smile to a stranger on the street
in the way you treat those you don’t know
do you show your love in the little things?
do you bring your full self
do you love your full self
do you love all of who you are?
even the little parts that you hide from the world?
are you satisfied when you’re alone
because you are not lonely you are enough for yourself
is your love for yourself enough for you?
and if it isn’t what will you do
to love yourself
do all things with love and love all things you do