Its in the small things
When actions really do
Say more than a thousand words ever could
When you pick up a crying child
Giving them a big bear hug
Spinning them round and round
So they are flying high
Its when you are there for friends
Showing that you care enough to pick
them up when they are down
Going on long walks up mountains
At the top you know all the effort
was so worth it.
In those times its overwhelming
When you can feel so small
But its a good feeling
Friends chasing each other
in meadows, jumping from stone
to stone across the river
When all you need is to just be
still, content in the moment,
Where no words need to be said.
By Carole Farish
Sometimes I like to write. 