Teensy Things Can Make Me Cry

Mint chip ice cream makes me cry; it was his favorite dish. I can never return to Patty’s Pizza – everything there reminding me. Teensy things can make me cry. Ants, because he tried so hard with them. Squirrels, because they outfoxed him, and finally delighted him. Not many men would fill bowls with cornbread for them but he did. I cannot pour cornbread meal into a bowl without reminiscing. Yellow hurts me, he will never see yellow again, his favorite color. It is not the big things, it is all the teensiest tiniest little things.