I’m Counting On You

There’s no accounting for taste,
as the man said when he kissed the cow,
was a favourite saying of my mother.
I counted it highly among my many
memories of childhood.
But there’s no accounting for my mother’s
quirky sayings. These days, however,
I count my blessings – chief among them
is the love I have for you. As Elvis sang
so memorably “ I’m counting on you, Dear,
from the dawn of each day. To always come
true, Dear, in your kind loving way.
If you knew just how deeply I feel the things
you do, then you’d know how completely
I’m counting on you.”

Bill Fitzsimons 2024
From the National Poetry Day 2024 collection

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