It’s a mug of coffee
Served piping hot but drinkable
So that it won’t burn
When it touches your lips
It’s a cup of tea
With an option of flavors
The bag taken out
After precisely two minutes
It’s your slippers beside the bed
So your feet won’t touch the floor
It’s your towel freshly washed
Changed without saying
It’s a cup of water
Frosty and chilled
Served without asking
It’s the hundred little things
That make up a day
You don’t have to say it
I don’t have to hear it
Our actions will show it
Our hearts will both know it
A million little things
That make up a life