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.
This Dance
by Lyn Mainello
The
restaurant we met at does not stand there any more.
It's
been replaced by office space and burger shacks and stores.
The
bars we used to frequent have been revamped, demolished, razed.
And
we just start another day completely undeterred or phased.
We've
shared full-on belly laughter. We've wept way too many tears.
We
have clung tight to one another facing foreign, frantic fears.
We've
rejoiced at countless weddings. Sat stoic for many a funeral mass.
We
have buoyed one another when we've run entirely out of gas.
We've
been overwhelmed at births. Been sidelined by failing health.
Suffered
through the 'old person's room,' and been comfortable in our wealth.
We've
watched the world get wacky. We've seen devastation, loss and grief.
We've
lost parents, friends and siblings; time is often a heartless thief.
We
have stabilized one another as the storms of life set in.
We've
crumbled under untold weight, much to our chagrin.
We've
wandered near and far; stood on mountains, swam in seas.
We
froze in an unheated living room; melted at games in a hundred degrees.
We've
been lifting at the gym. Racquetball-ed ourselves to death.
There's
not a day that we have shared where your dimples don't catch my breath.
"Pool
Boy," "Dead-End Daddy," "Mr. Calm and In Control."
"Punkinhead"
and "Pop Pop" and my favorite Seminole.
There're
conversations in our glances; words need not be spoken.
I
just cannot express enough, the satisfaction when you fix what's broken.
I
am thankful for your grace; enmeshed in your skewed romance.
I
am humbled by your tenacity. I am grateful for This Dance.
Parenting
by Lyn Marinello
As
you age you understand just a smidge of your parents' woes
The
worries that they battled as each precious child grows
Work
hard for what you want and play when you are able
Say
your prayers before bed each night and keep your elbows off the table
Always
say, "Please" and "Thank you"; treat strangers as though
new friends
Apologize
when you've made mistakes; always try to make amends
Eat
up all your meat and veggies. Don't be too shy to enjoy dessert
Don't
be afraid to speak your mind, but be mindful that words can hurt
These
are simple tasks of parenting, though none of them are easy
Parenting's
not for the faint of heart or for those who are quickly queasy
As
children grow you navigate on terribly thin ice
You
hope the foundation that you've laid is solid enough to suffice
You
must build up a little ego, but not to boisterous extreme
Raise
a considerate, caring human with a bullet-proof self-esteem
You
have to teach respect but debating tools as well
Obey
the laws before you, but when wronged you fight like hell
You
tilled the earth they walk on. Set down roots to keep them grounded
Redirected
when they veered off course; offered guidance when confounded
You
padded the nest they laid in; provided a haven of safety and rest
Imparted
the passion to chase their dreams and the stamina to face said quest
You
urged them in jumping from that nest, assured you'd catch them or they'd fly
You
gave them strong and mighty wings with which to soar on high
When
they're little you protect them, but a broken heart is hard to mend
So
you sit and cry and listen, so they know you comprehend
You
hug them back together; absorb all the pain and tears
Stand
beside them undeterred as they battle down their fears
You
celebrate the victories and coach them through defeat
You
let them fall; the lesson learned, though the education's bittersweet
You've
got to let them go and make errors all on their own
You
pray they will take solace in the most basic seeds you've sown
You
can't hold their hands forever, but hearts are eternally connected
The
only true rule in parenting is that absolutely anything's expected
Without
manuals or directions we all take on this blessed task
With
nothing but each other to answer all the questions that we ask
Those
apron strings must be untied,
though the bond is never ending
Parenting;
that thankless, unpaid job is worth all the effort you're expending.
