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You see only what you look for.
You hear only what you listen to.
You believe only in what suits you.
You fill your time only with what you choose.
You change these things, you change everything.
It's amazing how things so little,
so seemingly insignificant,
could have such an impact.
A butterfly flapping its wings at the precise moment and causing a hurricane on the other side of the world.
A word inspiring a series of words that touch millions of hearts.
A photograph that brings thousands to tears.
One falling domino that creates a chain of chaos.
"A little bit goes a long way"
Change hurts. But work always does.
i. knocking on wood when a terrible thought comes up
ii. cutting fresh flowers to all the same lengths
iii. listening to the static on the radio
iv. reaching out of the car window into the air
v. holding my breath at every cemetery I pass by
vi. writing letters then burning them in the most dramatic way
vii. tracing loops on lovers backs
viii. falling asleep with the candle still lit
ix. morning coffee followed by morning coffee breath
x. running out into the street while it rains
xi. early morning flights too a new start
xii. stopping at every crack in the side walk
xiii. wearing a wrist watch
xiv. dictating strangers eyes
xv. falling in love with the moon over and over again

what does it all mean too you?
life is a funny thing.
The little thigs of life
Are to most of no great affair
Such as the warmth of the sunshines rays
Or the coolness of the evening air

The little things of life
Are so often unaccounted
But if we would stop and take notice
We would stand astounded

The little things of life
For such we have no time
The colorful leaves of fall
Or a ringing church bells chime

The little things of life
Come to us each passing hour
A thorny bush of roses
Or a welcomed springtime shower

The little things of life
Fill up life's empty spaces
Let's us know that God loves us
And reveal his many graces

The little things of life
Seem to be missed by our eyes
A trees limb bending in the wind
Or the beautiful azure sky

The little things of life
Quickly appear then they are gone
Such as a smile on a strangers face
Or a lonely sparrows song

The little things of life
Are given to us free
The sound of a gently flowing stream
Or the shade of an old oak tree

The little things of life
Like a word so kindly spoken
Can ease a wearied mind
Or help mend a heart that's broken

A thousand little things
Unnoticed by our eyes or ears
Is a thousand little blessings
Missed throughout our years.

RLB
My daughter and I came up with the idea to challenge each other . We agreed that each of us would come up with a title and we would each write a poem under that title to see what different ideas we would write for that title. Little Things was my idea.
If you enjoyed please go to my daughters page,Crystal  Sacco, and read her poem of the same title.
Our next duel is one of her making,
We will each be writing a poem under the title "Things I Have Seen"
Hope you have enjoyed our writes.
Thank you darkness,
For you have made it possible
To see the stars and moon
In the sky

Thank you darkness,
For without you
I would not have been able
To imagine the light
at the end of the tunnel
And so,
I would have no reason to keep walking towards it

Thank you darkness,
For you keep everyone
"In the dark"
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Because if we knew the future
There would be no point in having it
One of the best things, though misunderstood
Your child cries
In the middle of the night
Worrying too much about their life
Feeling like they're about to die
Because you never take their side
Asking themselves "why?"

But I guess your child is fine
I felt like nothing was changing
Day after day
Of school
Sadness
Anxiety

Then I look up at the clouds
I looked at them for a while
And I saw that they were moving

Please
Take me with you
At least for a ride..
The sunset is falling
And it taste bitter
But while it rains
And the world ends
You are besides me
Daddy's on his knees praying to the Lord above
Mama curses under her breath choking on love
The smallest hands are now the coldest
And cute cries are silenced
A life smaller than their height
Yet felt heavier than their weight
To all the kids who couldn't grow old with us
I made you a cup of tea
put honey in it

it's still just sitting there

probably because we broke up

what do I do now?
with the tea, I mean
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