A rock brought in by a child

Bearing a gift for me

With a proud smile on their face

Thinking this is the best thing I’ve gotten;

They would be right.


When he loves you

So he tries his best

To tell you

What he is feeling.

He’s clamoring over words

Fumbling around

And your heart

Is about to bust out of your chest.


The first car

That was all mine

Paid for with my money;

The feeling of freedom as I drove it

Thinking about taking it everywhere.


It isn’t the big things in life that matter at all

It’s the little things along the way,

The things we remember

Our ‘firsts’

Or our lasts.