IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS

IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS.

How often on our journey 

We remember little things,

A word, a smile ~ some good advice

And sweet is the memory it brings.

Sometimes we find a special joy

And music fills our heart,

When we remember a melody

And in thought we go back to the start.

It’s the little things.

When we find a tiny treasure

Tucked away in an old dresser drawer

And we hold it in our hands

And travel back once more.

A bunch of keys and a wedding ring

A picture on a wall

A photograph in a folder

Of days when I was small

It’s the little things.

A line from a piece of poetry

That was quoted oft and long.

A calculator and maths book ~

A special much loved song.

The smell of cooking bacon

And coffee strong and sweet.

I almost come unravelled 

When these memories I meet.

It’s the little things.

A question from a little child,

Crusts left on a plate.

The stirring of a teacup

 And never being late!

A newspaper page all neatly folded

With a crossword puzzle done.

A toothpick and pen in a pocket

Staying up until the game is won.

It’s the little things.

Oh yes! It’s the little things

That brings you so often to mind

The things that you valued ~

A love that’s so rare to find.

I think of you often and in memory stray

And pleasure this pondering brings.

Phrases you said that I understood

Yes – it’s the little things.

© Linda J. Vaughan

7th. April 2004

Written when I was missing my Father and clearing out his home after his death.