Small Blessings by Eric F.

Like a rain shower, no

matter how cold,

tends to clean things up,


A mother’s smile, a child’s

giggle, a son scoring

the winning goal,


A father’s way to go champ!

A blooming rose in a bed

of weeds,


A bird feeding on nectar,

singing bees, lightning bugs

on a summer’s eve,


It’s these little things,

small blessings for all . . .


you and me.

Murphy Anne Carter