I was reminded recently of this poem by my late grandfather about my little sister who was around 5 at the time. It’s been reminding me to appreciate the little things the last few days.
By Dave Gladish
What’s easily so rare as a day in June
is a day in May, when
a five-year-old decides to lend
her grandma and her grandpa,
as a forty-fifth-wedding-anniversary gift,
a love-worn rag doll for a whole month,
just to enjoy.