The Little Things Poem by Heather Kemper

The little things in life
we forget from day to day.
Their importance
their special meaning
we overlook along the way.
Then one minuite we realize
they're gone or not the same.
We ache for a glimpse
a smile a simple touch.
Even just the sound
of hearing or saying a name so much.
The memories fill our thoughts
and we find comfort in that act.
Those are all the little things
that we have overlooked.
In our memories thankfully
we find intact.

February 1,2005