I remember little things--
a little hand in mine
a little toy truck mired in dirt
little overalls coated in mud
little gloves hung to dry by the fire
a little boy, held in memory,
held in my heart
by little things.
lovely, lonely poem. So many milestones to get by in the first year. Am sending all my energy and prayers to help you through the anniversary and the second hardest year . . .
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Oh how tender and heartfelt. I can just picture that little boy.
ReplyDeleteGranny-Sue -- I felt the sadness in your beautiful poem -- barbara
ReplyDeleteWe always remember the little things
ReplyDeletethat our children did. I love to go back and remember. It brightens my day.
Barbara,I thought you might. Thank you all for your comments.
ReplyDeleteI love the poem,Susanna. With three boys, I have a lot of the same memories.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Janet.
ReplyDeleteKeep celebrating his life and keeping the memories. A beautiful poem and tribute.
ReplyDeleteThe little things are always the best.......
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I will, Granny Kate. Anniversary date is coming up, so I'm preparing for that. Keep me in your thoughts.
ReplyDelete[quick hug of understanding and sympathy]
ReplyDelete--Mario
Thank you, Markin.
ReplyDeletelovely, lonely poem. So many milestones to get by in the first year. Am sending all my energy and prayers to help you through the anniversary and the second hardest year . . .
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