The little things a loved one did
That irritated when they were near
Would no longer cause frustration
If today they were here
Some small thing they used to do
Some word they used to say
No longer would cause us anger
Now that they are gone away
Some small annoying habit
That would cause us to dispair
We now would gladly endure
If only they were here
So many unimportant habits that troubled us
That didn’t really mean that much
O how gladly we would take them back
To once more feel their touch
RLB