IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS It's funny how we never know The things we'll miss until they go... I miss the sound of high heels tapping Across the floor that woke me napping I miss her bras hung on the door And the powder dusted bathroom floor I miss the scents of lotions slathered And blossoms from our garden gathered I miss her way of sighing sweetly After passions spent us so completely... Oh, I miss you; Lover of my Life-- Friend and Daughter; Mother and Wife. And now to those who read these lines Take heed of meanings in these rhymes It's the little things that count the most So keep them treasured and held close For one day you might be deemed to see How empty a home once filled can be Just echoes of such precious events Past moments truly heaven lent... Yes, it's funny how we never know The things we'll miss until they go. THE INSPIRATION BACK TO CONTENTS Copyright ©2006 Sterling Whispers   All rights reserved. No written part of this publication may be reprinted without written permission of the author.