By Rebekah Rademacher
I’ve learned to love the Little Things
A flock of blackbirds scattering as I drive by
A red leaf falling onto my windshield
A breath of clean night air
The Little Things often repeat
A warm cup of coffee in my favorite mug
A weathered spine of my oldest book
A gentle lick from my pet
The Little Things never last
A friend’s warm hand in mine as we talk
A crackling fire on a cold starry night
A scent of Mom’s best cookies
Maybe that is meant to be
I learn to love and cherish those Little Things
They repeat when I least expect it
They fade away into nothing
But they will always have a place in my heart and my
mind
About the Author
Rebekah
is a current freshman majoring in English and minoring in creative writing. Her
current writing project is the fourth draft of a science fiction book that she
hopes to publish one day. She enjoys hiking, especially in National Parks. She
is an avid reader of science fiction and fantasy books. When she isn’t busy,
she can be found playing video games, binge-watching sci-fi shows, or
crocheting.