" The Little Things

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" The Little Things

They Mean So....Much
A Kind Word, A Picture Painting
Or A Loving Touch

Imagine, All The Things
Not Discovered Yet
How Someone Can Make
Us Smile, When We Least Expect

Having Friends Is Like Knowing
We'll Be Okay Always, Not Just Today
When Someone Is In Our Hearts
They'll Never Part

The World Is Not All Bad
And Sometimes, We May Not
Always Get What We Wish We Had

But, There Is Beauty In All That It Holds
So, Let's Be Grateful For The Little Things
They Are More Precious Than Gold


(c)2009 Flower Girl/pmt

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.