Little Notes

Little reminders

I keep in my pocket

that carry me through the day.

Notes to myself,

folded and worn at the edges,

that guide me along the way.

A little poem:

remember to come home,

if it’s all you remember to do.

Such simple lines:

remember the doorway

that waits within you.

A well worn note

that grace is enough,

for yourself and others too.

A little reminder:

we’re all in this together;

we walk each other through.

Another scribble:

It’s all but a dream,

and the dreamer is bigger than me.

Aged but still clear:

when all else fails,

just sit quietly with an old tree.

A newer paper

with a penned hint:

fear is a hidden opportunity.

Simple words:

Just change your mind,

and things will align perfectly.

Little reminders,

some by my hand

but others inked in the sky:

like birds singing,

and children laughing,

or a sea-hawk in mid-dive.

Little reminders

that you can keep too,

if you too feel what they say.

These simple notes,

each penned with love

to call back the heart that’s wandered away.

©️ 2026 Cristen Writes