He brushed aside the hair from my face,
he smiled at me and held me close.
He kissed my forhead and called me baby when I felt bad that he was leaving,
I just dint know that he was leaving for good and would never come back to me.
I will forever treasure these little moments of life and keep them with me,
in my heart where it belongs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's the little things that matter most. Nice reminder.