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Those Little Things in Life - Poetry

Updated on March 2, 2012
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It’s the little things that mean a lot

Or so we are told

A single rose, a card, a touch

Never does grow old

It’s the little things that remain so dear

A hug, a sympathetic ear

From friends who share our hurts

And understand our tears


Hearts are easily broken

When harsh words are spoken

More painful than bones broken

With a careless thought or token.

A smile can light up a room

Sweeps away sadness and doom

Shines sunlight through the gloom

Sweeps it all away like a broom

Laughter heals the soul

That sadness holds

It quickens and mends

Draws family and friends

And brings joy to both young and old


How sweet the smell of a tiny babe

Freshly dressed and newly bathed

Bundled up and soft as silk

Satisfied with mother’s milk

Sweetly sleeping safe and warm

Angles protecting from every storm

Perfectly formed right from the start

A blessing given from God’s own heart

Silence is a deep chasm

That separates lovers and friends

Communication builds a bridge

And joy that never ends


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      miss_jkim 5 years ago

      Thank you Rosemary.

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      Rosemary Sadler 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

      A lovely sweet poem. Too true it is the little things that count and are more meaningful.

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      miss_jkim 5 years ago

      So true Kat, but we take those little things that mean so much for granted until one day those times have slipped by. Thanks for commenting.

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      miss_jkim 5 years ago

      Thank you cleaner, I hope to mix the right pictures with the words that I feel so strongly.

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      KatrineDalMonte 5 years ago

      Hi, that's a lovely poem.

      Nothing in the world can buy happiness, love and joy in life. It's those 'little' things that matter, like you described in your words, which in essence are actually BIG things. Because they are the basics of what our life is built on, and what keeps us moving forward.

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      cleaner3 5 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

      Very nice. love your poetry, love your imagery.