Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Jan 26, 2007 13:46:39 GMT -5
"Little Things"
A summer's breeze, a smiling child;
A daffodil, that's growing wild,
A deep orange sunset in the West,
Those little things, I love the best.
A still dark night, with fireflies;
The laughter in my mother's eyes,
A multicolored rainbows end;
Are little things that count my friend.
A fuzzy warm puppy, licking my face,
Kisses with hugs, and a loving embrace.
Rain pouring down, on a roof made of tin,
Sitting under a shade, with a soft gentle wind.
These little things, make life worth living;
Being kind to a stranger, caring, and giving.
Laughing, and sharing your hopes, and your dreams,
"There is nothing more precious, than those "Little Things."
© 2002 by Vickie Lambdin
A summer's breeze, a smiling child;
A daffodil, that's growing wild,
A deep orange sunset in the West,
Those little things, I love the best.
A still dark night, with fireflies;
The laughter in my mother's eyes,
A multicolored rainbows end;
Are little things that count my friend.
A fuzzy warm puppy, licking my face,
Kisses with hugs, and a loving embrace.
Rain pouring down, on a roof made of tin,
Sitting under a shade, with a soft gentle wind.
These little things, make life worth living;
Being kind to a stranger, caring, and giving.
Laughing, and sharing your hopes, and your dreams,
"There is nothing more precious, than those "Little Things."
© 2002 by Vickie Lambdin