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How often on our journey
We remember little things,
A word, a smile and some advice
And sweet is the memory it brings.
Sometimes we find a special joy
And music fills our heart,
When we remember a melody
And in thought go back to the start.

Itís the little things.

When we find a tiny treasure
Tucked away in a dresser drawer
And we hold it in our hands
And travel back once more.
A bunch of keys, a wedding ring
A picture on a wall
A photograph in a folder
Of days when I was small

Itís the little things.

A line from a piece of poetry
That was quoted oft and long.
A calculator and maths book ~
A special much loved song.
The smell of cooking bacon
And coffee strong and sweet.
I almost come unravelled
When these memories I meet.

Itís the little things.

Oh yes! Itís the little things
That brings you so often to mind
The things that you valued ~
A love thatís so rare to find.
I think of you and in memory stray
And pleasure this musing brings.
Phrases you said that I understood
Yes Ė itís the little things.

7th. April 2004

The Pages of Avalon


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