What Matters

It is its own.
You can’t blanket “what I like” over the top of it.
That’s a middle schooler habit.
When you get to be of age (it’s different for everyone)–
you appreciate it; seek it out.
“The Little Things.”
Nostalgia in “Little Things” drives your sensibilities.
“Just like her…”
“Just like this…”
“Just like him…”
“God, I miss that.”
“I don’t care if you think it doesn’t matter.
It matters to me.
It is its own “thing”, those “Little Things.”
Flowers, favorites, gifts–
but also continuity. Every day and every moment.
Those general times–
“The way she looks at me when she wakes up.”
“His grip when he scoops me into his arms.”
“When Brother held my hand everyday to school.”
“My Mother’s smile.”
“His voice.”
“Her touch.”
“Our shared laughter.”
“The Little Things.”
You appreciate it.
Nostalgia in “Little Things” drives your sensibilities.
You’ll continue to seek it out
without realizing
that the discovery of “Little Things”
often comes from the loss of “Little Things.”
But if you’re lucky–
if you’re really lucky–
it will come from the continuity of those “Little Things.”
The everyday moments; the general times–
the times that matter the most.

Advertisements

Lay an Egg

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s