The Little Things

Perhaps happiness

was never hiding

in the extraordinary.

 

Perhaps it was here all along,

in waking to another morning,

a body that carries us

through another day,

work that keeps the lights glowing

and food upon the table.

 

It is the unexpected day off.

The first sip of morning coffee.

A song you had forgotten you loved.

 

Someone answering the phone

when your heart needs

somewhere to land.

 

A familiar hand in yours.

Laughter from another room.

A quiet evening

with nowhere else to be.

 

We call these things ordinary

because they happen so quietly.

 

But one day we may look back

and understand the ordinary days

were the beautiful ones.

 

The little things were never little.

They were the moments

that stitched our lives together.

 

They were the gifts

we almost forgot to open.

 

They were life itself,

gently asking us to notice.

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