It’s the little things.
I remember them the most about my father.
He knew how to make you crack a smile in the worst of moments.
He knew how to take down a lion with his humor.
He knew how to love when love couldn’t have been dealt.
For the little things kept him going.
The little things that always made grey skies turn blue.
For he, never did stop.
Just eventually wanted to subside to world.
But for myself?
I shall always remember the little things.
I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you when your father died.
ReplyDeleteIt's just that I couldn't understand so I didn't know what to say, you know?
I hope you know that I do love and care about you a whole lot... I just have a few issues with things like that. <3
I remember the little things as well.