Poem: The Smallest of Things

The Smallest of Things

It was the smallest of things,

A child walking alongside her father,

 Holding fast to his hand,

Taking two strides to his every one,

Trying to keep up,

Him unaware of the pace he set,

We prepare children

For our fast paced world.

By walking fast, talking fast,

Hurriedly shopping, cooking, eating,

As we move, move, move,

They watch, watch, watch,

If a child led the way

They would slow down,

Taking time to

Observe

The smallest of things,

A crack in the walk,

A leaf on a tree,

Roses in bloom,

Clouds floating free,

Grass in their toes,

Dew in the morn,

A bunny’s pink nose,

A prickly thorn,

The smallest of things

Not seen anymore

By those who are grown,

But surely we’ve known

The joys of those

Things in the past.