Don't bring me some expensive flowers or cards <br />because a date on the calendar tells you so. <br />And you don't have to buy me chocolates <br />It's the little things, that touch my heart much more. <br /> <br />Like the time you stopped along the road <br />jumped out to pick, those yellow wild flowers. <br />Or the time you spent, when I was sick <br />at my bedside, you'd sit for hours. <br /> <br />Or the time you made me a Sweetest Day card, <br />from a page you'd ripped from a book. <br />It's the little things, that touch my heart dear <br />It's that special time and thought you took. <br /> <br />It's the time you wrapped yourself in plastic <br />red, if I can recall. <br />Naked underneath your plastic wrapper <br />running naked, tripped and took a fall. <br /> <br />With a flower clenched between your teeth <br />and a chasseur cat like grin, upon your face. <br />It's the Little things that touch my heart <br />in that private and special place.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-little-things-that-touch-my-heart/
