LITTLE THINGS. I could fill a page with little things. I could fill a day with little things. I could make a rainbow with little things. A little girl with little pigtails filled with little beads. Opens a little book, and in it finds all of the little secrets to making life a little better. Little dreams fill her head. Little plans, to build on big ambitions. Little risks taken while overcoming little fears to keep a little perspective. Little butterflies at first day of high school, as a little chip builds on your shoulders, for dreams seem a little unrealistic. Wonderful little sick days off from school. A few little chores between little commercial breaks, as eye opening little moments unfolds on your soap operas. Little differences you notice between you and your peers, as they try to make you feel a big fool. But little strengths, Builds courage little by little. And little attitude, that doesn’t give a little crap about what little people fill their little minds with. I could fill a page with little things. I could fill a day with little things. I could make a rainbow with little things. Little kisses that greet you in the morning. As little rays of sunlight sneaks through little cracks in the curtains. Little moans, followed by little sighs of contentment awaits the days little blessings. Little hugs, as he leaves for the day. Little notes of all the little things you have to do while he’s gone. Little cupcakes bake, while little thoughts contribute to your novel. Little bouts of sleep overtake you in the midday, as you put together little ideas to make him one little big surprise. A million little chores between little commercial breaks, as life changing little moments unfolds on your soap operas. Little sweet nothings, wee whispers in little ears, as you welcome him at the door, in little shorts, little top. Little bubbles overflow in the big tub, as your little feet rubs his. Little naps, he drifts in and out of, as you give him a little massage. Little stars shine in the big sky, as you serve your little surprise on the little balcony. Little touches, after fulfilling passions, propel you both into sweet little dreams. I could fill a page with little things. I could fill a day with little things. I could make a rainbow with little things. Little eyelashes that flutter open in the mornings, with little sleep winks. Little mouths that opens to yarn, making little pink o’s. Little feet, which dig into little slippers, with little fuzzy animals all over. Little patter to the bathroom for little, clumsy splashes. Little chairs pulled out at breakfast, for little bowls of cereal. Little lunchboxes dragged behind to the bus stop to await with all the little others. Little snacks, in the middle of the day, on little round tables. Little eyes coaxed to shut so that little bodies can take a little nap. And while he’s gone, a million little chores, between little commercial breaks, as life affirming moments unfold on your soap operas. Little shoes pulled on quickly to run to the bus. Little face in front of the big T.V screen, after a little homework, a little dinner. Little bubbles in the big tub with little rubber duckies. Little pajamas pulled over little sleepy heads, but not before little lullabies, As little eyes slowly close. I could fill a page with little things. I could fill a day with little things. I could make a rainbow with little things. Little groans for your body is old. Little pains shared between the two of you, just like little grandkids. Giving you little sloppy kisses on cheeks with many little wrinkles. Little walks down little memory lanes, of little towns all over the world, brings little smiles, as sweet little summer breezes pick up little strands of silver hairs, as you sit on your little back porch swing and watch little hands and feet chase little butterflies. When little and old go down for little naps, a few little chores between little commercial breaks as life fulfilling little moments unfold on your soap operas. What seems like little years come too soon to a close. With only little regrets, for little things not done, and big loves lost. As little breaths can only take a little while longer. Little eyelids close as little moments slip, into the big eternity. I could fill a page with little things. I could fill a day with little things. I could make a rainbow with little things. © 2008 by Sherelle Wallace. From her book: New Beginnings. A collection of poems. Available exclusively at Enchantment, Green Castle, Eleuthera. Bahamas.