Yes
The whole sum of it- the small things mean the most.
Blueberries on porridge, a glass of water
a calm nights sleep
the bronze on your bike, the tea you take
Mothers macaroni
the way Brother will never cut his hair
the Autumn pears on the garden tree
welcome home
a card with love
a suprise smile on an overgrown path
rain/no rain
white feather found or felt tip pen, hot water bottle
for a tummy ache
loose petals shook onto the blue iron steps
in heart shapes
pink mouth, blue eyes
brown eyes, candle kilter and a goodnight hug
under softest cloth
three rainbows round three different corners
pedalling fast whilst looking up into evening blue
knowing you shouldn't, but you just cant help it
can you?
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