It’s not the
Grand things I
Remember it’s all
The tiny hints
Of you that
Few ever see
That floats me
Like a buoy
In the water
Sleepy eyed mornings
Wink and giggle
Hide and seek
Among the hedges
Hiding in freshly
Raked piled leaves
Fresh snowball fights
That final last
Kiss good night
Before sleep pulls
Up the covers
All these silly
Inconsequential little things
Inconsequential it be! But not the post!
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Thank you so very much.
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