The Little Things

It's the little things

that inspire me.

The distant song of a bird,

or the chatter of a squirrel.

The vibrance of a blooming flower

at the beginning of Spring.

It's the little things

that inspire me.

The passing smile of a stranger,

or the gaze of a facinated child.

The sparkle in my best friend's eyes

when she listens to me sing.

It's the little things

that inspire me.

My mother's nods of assurance,

and my father's proud expression.

My aunt's happy tears

when I showed her my class ring.

It's the little things

that inspire me.

The patter of my dog's paws,

and the way my grandfather loves me.

The way my Nonna laughed

when she'd push me on a swing.

It's the little things

that inspire me.

Or perhaps

these little things

are not so little

after all.