The Smallest Things
by Joan Myles
they say stardust is the stuff of life
then there’s molecules and such
but grant me my beloved’s face
beneath my trembling touch
a swirl of tiny birds in flight
half moon in table glass
I cherish all the smallest thing
with every day I pass
Jewniquely Myself 
Lovely.
Blessid Be.
Love to you dear Patty
Loves, Loves, Loves, and did I happen to mention loves? From me and Chief Seeing Eye® Dog Blue.