We measure by likes
and comments
our love is measured
like many mini tests

As children
we are taught to measure
love
You feed me,
you sit with me
When we are sick
our accomplishments
our sorrows
and in that instance
you are not there
we suffer.
We feel
unloved.
We don’t need presents
or anything else.

Extravagance
means nothing in place
of love.

Measured
kisses
Measured
hugs
Measured
touch