It’s little things that strike a chord;
In friendship you know that you’ve scored
When a kindly word brings on a smile
To a face that has been sad awhile.
Or a postcard from a distant shore
Suddenly lands upon your floor.
The knowledge that another cares
Enough to buy a stamp – three cheers!
Loaning a book, a helping hand
A sympathetic ear; all stand
As examples of the little things
That make our day - and our heart sings.
Computers, I-pod, email, ‘phone
Conspire to make us more alone
We delude ourselves we stay in touch
Yet personal contact means so much!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014