Feb 2020
I find you among the small things
And for that I am thankful
As the little things are all I have left
The warm tickle pressed upon my skin
From the heat of the sun
On a dewy spring morning
In the song of the birds
Not unlike those we used to watch
Flit across your yard
The scent of fresh cut grass
The same I smelled from you mowing
As I picked dandelion bouquets for Grandma
In the smiles of passing strangers
Because to you there is no such thing
Only friends you have yet to meet
I find you among the small things
And I will cherish them profoundly
Until we meet again
And for that I am thankful
As the little things are all I have left
The warm tickle pressed upon my skin
From the heat of the sun
On a dewy spring morning
In the song of the birds
Not unlike those we used to watch
Flit across your yard
The scent of fresh cut grass
The same I smelled from you mowing
As I picked dandelion bouquets for Grandma
In the smiles of passing strangers
Because to you there is no such thing
Only friends you have yet to meet
I find you among the small things
And I will cherish them profoundly
Until we meet again
The one year anniversary of my great-grandfathers death was on Valentine's day. I think about him often, and wanted to write something in his honor. Nothing I write can truly convey the love I have for him, and the impact he had on my life.
