Little Things Vickie Lambdin A summer's breeze, a smiling child; A daffodil, that's growing wild, A deep orange sunset in the West, Those little things, I love the best. A still dark night, with fireflies; The laughter in my mother's eyes, A multicolored rainbows end; Are little things that count my friend. A fuzzy warm puppy, licking my face, Kisses with hugs, and a loving embrace. Rain pouring down, on a roof made of tin, Sitting under a shade, with a soft gentle wind. These little things, make life worth living; Being kind to a stranger, caring, and giving. Laughing, and sharing your hopes, and your dreams, "There is nothing more precious, than those "Little Things."     by Vickie Lambdin  © 2002 Please Visit Vickie Page Created By Pam Gallo