The Little Things

It is the little things that count
And give a mother pleasure –
The things her children bring to her
Which they so richly treasure…
The picture that is smudged a bit
With tiny fingerprints,
The colored rock, the lightning bugs,
The sticky peppermints;
The ragged, bright bouquet of flowers
A child brings, roots and all –
These things delight a mother’s heart
Although they seem quite small.
A mother can see beauty
In the very smallest thing
For there’s a little bit of heaven
In a small child’s offering.

– Katherine Nelson Davis –