childhood
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When I got thereI put my boy-sized suitcaseon the bed, opened it and saw my socks, shirts,& underwear neatly folded. It came to me in a rushthat this is what love looks like— care given to small tasks. Read more

Selected Poems by Tom Crider
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When I got thereI put my boy-sized suitcaseon the bed, opened it and saw my socks, shirts,& underwear neatly folded. It came to me in a rushthat this is what love looks like— care given to small tasks. Read more