I Thank You For The Little Things

thank you my love for the little things
though how little how can i forget?
the way you remind me to comb my hair
when i begin to forget in so doing
to point to me where my glasses are
my pen which is just hanging in my collar
the taste of the fried chicken that i have almost forgotten

thank for those little conversations
on the lazy afternoon
thank you for the glass of cold lemonade
when my throat begins to sore
thank you for the notes
of a day's reminder on top of my bed
when i have overslept

thank you for being with me
for all these years
thank you my love
for sticking with me
when i have none anymore

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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