
May your life be blessed with little things,
as each new time the doorbell rings.
A childish drawing on the fridge,
a magnet with an old adage.
Children playing in the yard,
times that aren’t so awful hard.
The morning song of the Lark,
a quiet walk within the park.
Fragrant flowers gathered up.
a drop of cream in your cup.
The aroma of fresh-baked bread,
happy thoughts within your head.
The freshness of a summer rain,
the waving of a field of grain.
The warmth that comes from a hug,
a baby crawlin’ on the rug.
A visit from a long-lost friend,
it didn’t matter in the end.
A Bible verse to calm the soul,
some happiness as lovers stroll.
So you won’t be troubled by the Blues,
walk a mile in someone else’s shoes.
No matter what the future brings,
may your life be filled with little things.
LDT Jan 14, ‘23
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Are you asleep yet? I do this every night before I go to bed to recount all those little things that make life so great. Love this poem! It is absolutely on point.
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