Don't bring me some expensive flowers or cards
because a date on the calendar tells you so.
And you don't have to buy me chocolates
It's the little things, that touch my heart much more.
Like the time you stopped along the road
jumped out to pick, those yellow wild flowers.
Or the time you spent, when I was sick
at my bedside, you'd sit for hours.
Or the time you made me a Sweetest Day card,
from a page you'd ripped from a book.
It's the little things, that touch my heart dear
It's that special time and thought you took.
It's the time you wrapped yourself in plastic
red, if I can recall.
Naked underneath your plastic wrapper
running naked, tripped and took a fall.
With a flower clenched between your teeth
and a chasseur cat like grin, upon your face.
It's the Little things that touch my heart
in that private and special place.
Yes, we put way too much stock in money and material things, when it's definitely the little things that we'll remember when all else gets old. Those precious moments are priceless. (read my Moments) . Nicely done, Linda - you spell it out in such an eloquent way. You truly know what's important in life. Linda :)
nice great thought the little things they are the best thanks for sharing
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Ah yes, the spur of the monent things that loved ones do are what touches us the most. We just can't get enough of those times whether from a spouse, child or a grandchild and a dear friend. You said it so very well, Linda. A '10! ' for sure! Warm Wishes, Marilyn