Tiny

20/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

When we were little

You had a little red car

Painted with racing stripes

And with tiny tinted windows.

 

It was always your pride and joy,

You took it everywhere.

In a pocket, or in your bag,

Or just in your tiny hand.

 

When you got sick it sat alone

Upon the table by your bed,

As machines whirred and beeped

All around your tiny head.

 

Eventually it got put away

You didn’t need such things –

It found a new place to live

In a tiny wooden box.

 

I used it on the wedding cake,

My something old, so goes the rhyme.

And all who saw it did shed a tear –

A tiny part of childhoods now long gone.

 

Now it’s come out again

And I know it’ll bring much joy.

It has another chance to play,

For another tiny heart to love.

 

And as you look down tonight

I know you feel it, too.

That car will be a part of her,

As it was a tiny part of you.

 

That car’s story is not over yet

And neither is yours and mine

As we stand here as a family,

A tiny red thread binding us together.