I will, however,
share the heck out of it.
The Little Things
by Lyn
Marinello – 10/21/25
The
surprise upon a friendly face
The warmth
of an engaged embrace
A giggly
game of hide and seek
The
tenderness of a lightly kissed cheek
That
twinkle in a playful eye
The
tenuous weight of an exhaled sigh
The tiny
hand within your own
To see
the bloom of seeds you’ve sown
A spark
with just a single glance
The world
within one daring chance
A
favorite story read out loud
Hands
gently clasped, a prayer, head bowed
A sunrise
prying at the night
The
squeal in a child’s delight
A vow, a
ring, a treasured song
The
comfort in feeling like you belong
The glow
atop a birthday cake
Forgiveness
of an honest mistake
The safety
in a good tight hug
Welling
tears as the heartstrings tug
The pride
in sweet unfurling growth
The depth
of a long-honored oath
The joy
within a video chat
A wagging
tail, a purring cat
A gift, a
note, a tiny charm
A stable
walk linked arm in arm
The ease
of quiet on an open porch
The
obvious love of a long-held torch
An
unfettered laugh, all big and bold
A
fireside snuggle when the weather’s cold
A shy
little smile, demure and coy
Lights
and ribbons and Christmas joy
The unposed
photos and natural glee
Adventures
and tales no one will ever see
Unwavering
support in the face of fear
A table
full of those held dear
The
sunset oozing on kaleidoscope skies
The indescribable
bond of a babe’s first cries
It need not
be momentous flings
There’s magic in the little things.
Etched
by Lyn Marinello
Today
while out with friends
We
passed a man upon the street
He
wore oversized and soiled clothes
Tattered
sneakers on his feet
His
aroma was unfavorable
His
hair unkempt and long
His
teeth could use a cleaning
But
he beautifully sang this song ...
Judge not how I
look, dear Lord,
But in my
servitude to you,
Appearances are
never real
My heart is yours,
it's true
And
he shuffled down the sidewalk
His
words etched upon my mind
He
took no note of comments made
And
to belittled stares was blind
And
to every other person
That
I passed on by that day
I
gave a greeting and a smile
Whistling
and singing on my way
Judge not how I
look, dear Lord,
But in my
servitude to you,
Appearances are
never real
My heart is yours,
it's true.