The Lass to Little Things
Leave her a written positive
note consisting of ten words,
half-assed or not,
and that can be the last piece
to complete her day;
quite enough to remember
your name every minute
like the vitamins one has to
bear in mind to take.
Bring her to the kingdom
of white roses guarded by
white butterflies and she
would not dare to cut one
off from a bush
even if she never
received some before,
even if she would love to,
because to watch them
living beautifully underneath
the whimsical sky of apricot
is more than enough.
Just grant her this one of
her wishes and each teardrop
trickling onto the petals
and blades you would witness;
a memento from her to
be left there for the moment
so lovely experienced in a
paradise to tell and treasure.
Wander with her to escape
from a vicious dust devil and
she would pause for a while
when she spot a prettily
peculiar-looking seashell
by the seashore
to pick it up like a naive child
and gaze at it with marvel
in her eyes as if 'tis
a celestial object lost by
Chaos from the deep space,
then keep it in her pocket
and bring it home,
because to her a shell
has a heart beating
that she likes to keep
and cherish them.
Watch the sunset together
and she would see the world
like a fantasy setting;
breathtakingly glorious
in contrast to how
millions of souls see it;
ordinary like the departure
of the afternoon light.
Take time to notice for
through her eyes and lips
she would reveal the emotions
she could hardly vocalize;
detailed and clear, somehow.
It costs less than a dollar
to craft a joy in her face,
to touch her child-like heart.
So play with her hair,
smile at her in the hallway,
make her a star origami,
know her favorite song,
sing and dance with her,
master some things that can
calm her together with the
things that make her agitate,
or the more little things about her
and you can offer to her;
the little things to you
and to everyone which to her
could mean a lot, which to her
are enough, which to her
are the greatest things.
She is a lot more tender
than you know.
YOU ARE READING
roses of the world
Poetry❝I will pour water over you when you are parched and dry, and draw you in a spot where the sun's tender radiance can kiss your weary body. I will shine up your blades as I whisper to you how beautiful of a flower you are, for keeping your body and s...
