Saturday, May 22, 2010

The Little Things

The Little Things
It's the little things.
Like buying flowers for 
an anniversary that
isn't yours.
Or crying in the car on
the way home from buying
a Valentine's card
When she's not your wife
But your mom.
Or getting ready for graduation
Or your wedding.
Thinking about raising your children
Without a grandfather.
It's hardest knowing
How much he would have loved it all.
It's the little things.
Like finding the perfect card 
Just laying on the shelf
When you've looked through all the rest
Like finding yellow roses
late at night
A promise that keeps me from
years of mistakes
That remind me heaven still watches
Love reaches through all things
Separation is only temporary
And the little things
just mark the days.


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