By Little Things

Ginormous      
in a scope of Being    
     
Favorite cast iron skillet      
scrambling eggs, buttered    
toast, all flavors of JAM    
     
Preferred coffee, tea cup    
stained from use      
     
Threadbare terrycloth    
adhering to bathed skin    
     
Old comb, plastic    
faded from parting roots      
     
Video cassettes past prime    
cherished nonetheless      
     
Worn sofa, contoured      
side-by-side shape      
under combined weight      
     
Plethora of strays      
curled at our feet    
contentedly rescued      
     
as were we; 
     
wrinkled in growth    
skin yielding      
to gravity's pull      
     
Foundation of bones      
settling as an old house    
blessed by little things;    
     
never having Loved    
nor been Loved so much      
~    
     
     
     
     
For my J, always    
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