god of small things

small things,

those that one can easily choose to overlook,

those little things that make up a day,

doing them to copper is what i miss the most,

they were done tenderly, yet with an occupied air,

those that he loved, he gleefully showed,

those few that he didn't he eventually chose to love,

and in those small things he lived, i lived and we shared our bond,

the memories of these small things were once so fleeting,

now they stand still, etched, permanent.....