My Grandad died a few weeks ago. My Grandad created a lot of precious stones, though I didn't see any value in them. I was only nine years old. We kept searching when my Grandma stopped. She came across an old green precious stone, though Grandma never saw anything precious in them.
"It's beautiful. Can I keep it?" I asked with a smile on my face.
"Why?" It's only a stone!" Grandma asked.
"Grandad always told me, that small things, matter," I explained.
Grandma smiled. She handed me the stone.
It now sits on a shelf where
small things matter.
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Carol Ann Townend
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