It's the little things that move me
more than the lofty mighty or strong
It's a long, cool drink on the hottest day
It's Indigenous prayer songs,
I don't know the words and don't sing them right
But I pray right
My heart prays the words my mouth can't say
It's me, 12 year old with the spirit of a child but the heart of a woman who had to grow up so fast.
It's graffiti on on the over pass
It's a the blues on a warm summer night
It's jeans that fit just right
It's a loving word whispered in my ear
It's that breakfast that is just for you and I once every year
It's a gentle touch on a hard day
It's the way I know that no matter
I know you will be here holding my hand
It's your quiet strength
That inspires mine
And time.... just having precious beautiful time.