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

7^th. April 2004

I REMEMBER

I REMEMBER

  

How often in memory have you strayed

Back to the days of old?

When life was sweet and you cherished

The tales that your Grandpa told.

When you splashed at the beach

And in rock pools stayed,

With tiny crabs and starfish

And you played with a bucket and spade?

When you sat in the grass and made daisy chains

Which you hung round your neck and wrist?

And you felt the warmth of golden days

When with sunshine you were kissed.

When each year seemed to take forever

To get back to the Festive Season.

When days were long and you had not a care

Did not question the rhyme or the reason.

Do you remember walking in leaves

And rolling around on the grass?

Just lying back and watching the sky

How quickly those days did pass.

And now as a grown up – it’s hard to recall

How life was much simpler then.

When we women were still little girls

And the boys not yet grown to be men.

So cherish each memory – hold it in store

For I am sure it will be a great part

Of the times of your life you want to recall

The times that belong in your heart.

© Linda J. Vaughan

October 29 2001