from today’s writing prompt, “small joys”

Poem #17 of 30

Small Joys

sound of their voices

speaking of nothing large

dreaming together

of things yet to come

 

smell of baking bread

made with love

on a quiet morning

while others sleep in

 

soft sound at my ear

whiskers brush my face

little fur child

melts my heart

 

music coaxed from strings

tune aligned with soul

I can set free

 

These small joys-

daily flowers in my life