The Little Things
There is no match for the little things
Honest to God
Nothing can bring me more joy
Than those little things
A whiff of a scent I knew years ago
Just for a second
Takes me back to that exact moment
With vivid surroundings and sights to reckon
The way my grandfather looks
At his world, as she speaks
His eyes attached to hers
Hers don't even notice
Coffee in a tiny glass
Just like in a restaurant I had forgotten about
Made me smile
Made me happy
Days are long, yet so very short
And these little things remind me to go on
That there is more
That I need to work hard to keep these little things
Copyright © Shreya Ln | Year Posted 2021
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