Little gifts go overlooked,
While bigger things get the glory.
Hugs instead of hurt move along like clouds,
Fascism…rascism…there are no endings to these stories.
But come what may, there will always be a soft spot in this world…
Made of layers of clay, dust and gravel, but at the core, like the heart…love is hurled.
There will always be a flower standing out from the evergreen,
There will always be a sweet memorable smile, that over powers the mean.
There will always be someone who says: “God Bless you,” instead of: “Bye”…….
There will always be someone who makes you laugh, instead of cry.
When loneliness settles, like the walls of a house,
So will the small…beautiful…wonders, roam quietly like a sly mouse.