It's little things that bother me,
that drive me up the wall.
They're giving me the willies
and making my skin crawl.

It's the

My baby daughter's tiny hands
Her itsy bitsy toes
Her sparkling eyes and high pitched laugh
Her little button nose

The way my

I can write of little things
Of tiny sparrows spreading wings
Of blades of grass blowing wild
Tiny thoughts of tiny child

Little

Every Saturday I make the trip to mom's
Work keeps me from visiting more often
Yet each day I make three calls
Morning, noon

The breeze blows
fragrant scents of lavender
The sky catches on the water
making millions of diamonds
that twinkle in your eyes

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