A poem.

I made changes to “Little Things Matter.” This version is more polished than the original. I tried to make changes directly to the original, but couldn’t. This is about the same little girl who got to know her father after he returned from World War II. He had served in Germany and France as a Medic. Her father wants to give her and her mother a nice home, but the only way he can save money is by going without what most people consider the necessities.

Why it’s best not to worry.

Do you think getting older has compensations? Maybe each decade has something going for it.