Little Things

Hold up my bag 

While you walk to school with me

Wait at the gate each day

To ask me how my day has been

I'll tell a lie " It was fine"

You knew I wasn't alright

Silently we drive back home

Discussing what I'd like to eat at night

Smile at me with no ounce of sadness

As I show you what I'm proud of

Pat me on the shoulder and say let's celebrate

Somehow we always seem to have cake

Two years old, dancing in the living room

Barefoot on the carpet, no music heard

All I remember is that video camera

Backed up onto the family folder

Smaller the drop, bigger the ocean

Steeper the cliff, easier the climb

Talk to me about the little things

Trust that I'll remember the little things

Habits die hard over centuries

Battles cool down, in the wake of memories

Call it a truce, because you're my parents

Call it a truce, because I learned my lesson

-Neha Bhende