The glow of special memories
Shines bright within my mind.
A gentle hug,

A gentle flip-
Of the pages I have grown to love-
Unfolds the story of Love You More.
“I love you more than there are polka dots”
Said the small, small girl.
“I love you more than giggles at night”
Replied the beaming father.
“I love you more
Than there are freckles on mother’s arms.”
At this they both giggled
Quietly adding on.
POKE! I love you more, she squealed
POKE! Until he laughed.
POKE! Until
But one remained
Triumphant
Even in the grave.
POKE! POKE! POKE!
Each one:
MORE! MORE! MORE!
I love you POKE!
I do.
I love you more.