It's the little things

That matter really

Things not forced

But given freely

A gentle touch

A warming smile

The laughter of

A carefree child

The golden sunlight

The silver moon

The dawn from which

A new day looms

Those gentle strolls

Took hand in hand

Across the seasons

Changing land

Through dewy fields

Or crunching snow

Past autumn leaves'

Flamboyant show

Those lazy hours

In idle bliss

Where every chore

Just goes amiss 

The steamy mugs

With friendly chatter

When nothing else

Seems to matter

The family visit

With laughter bright

And gentle hugs

To make things right

'Cos as we know

Life's not forever

We, one day, fade

Into the never

 

So, enjoy the subtle

little things

Until we earn

 

Our little wings