The little things I cling to
Keeping you alive
I hold on to the little things
Were all these items in a store
I would not think to buy them
Now not much else means more
A cassette tape found in the attic
With your precious lovely voice
A yellow broken screwdriver
I wasn't given much a choice
A mug with coffee stains
I saw you hold a million times
How fragile were those moments
I was not prepared to hold this tight
A baseball and a bat, a slew of dvds
A collection of selections
Filling up space on my tv
Holding to the things you touched
They all say you're no longer here to hold
But I listen to you whisper in my dreams
so I can't believe what I am told
About the Creator
Raine Fielder
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and eight books. Writing is her main purpose.
https://linktr.ee/RaineFielder
I will NEVER use AI for anything I create.



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