LITTLE THINGS

It’s the fleeting smile at the crack of dawn

Standing amongst the crush of commuters

On your way to a job that you really don’t like

And your thoughts are at home cuddled up in bed.

It’s that random act of kindness during the lunch hour rush

When you finally get to the front of the queue

Only to discover that your money is in your desk drawer

And a stranger ends up buying your lunch.

It’s an anonymous word of encouragement

Just when you are about to give up

That makes you dig deep into an untapped reserve

That sees you across the finishing line with a flourish.

It’s the look of understanding that bridges the divide

As you teeter on the brink of depression

Bringing relief amid the heartache and tears

And your soul’s sigh is transformed into a smile.

It’s the acknowledgement when you feel most unappreciated

The whispered words or the gentle touch

The phone call and the email or that letter in the mail

Or the jaunty knock of an unexpected visitor

It’s the hand of friendship and the compassion gesture

The simple little things that remind me that I am not alone.