Pretty Little Things

Some pretty little things, that don’t let go,
Like the thought of a friend, the craving for snow…

The laughs from a memory, the warmth of a baby new,
The delightful sweetness of ‘I love you’…

The rain-splattered face, and wet feet in warm sand,
A child on your chest, the hold of a tiny hand…

An old photo album, a wave from across the street,
The painted school walls, the smell of pancakes sweet…

Living is loving pretty little things,
And embracing them with our heart and its wings,
For what you will remember before you must go,
Would be the pretty little things that did never let go…


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