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Little Things

by Richard Vince

Each smile is worth
A thousand hours' toil, yet
Sometimes, all it takes is
A simple action on a
Moment's idle thought.

I hope I never forget how
To do the little things
That make you smile, or
Lose the courage to act.

Anything is worth doing if
It lightens your heart and
Lights up your eyes.

This place is so quiet
When it does not echo to
The sound of your laughter;
That beautiful melody
With which my heart cannot
Fail to harmonise.

I am like a dormant
Instrument, waiting to be
Played by your gentle fingers.
In their absence, the tune
Only you know is unheard.

In my mind, I always
Talk to you when you're
Not with me, yet somehow
I cannot see your smile.
Perhaps it is too
Beautiful to be contained
In mere memory.

I must never forget
How to make you smile,
Because the only way I can
See it is right there
In front of me.

12/13/2008

Posted on 12/15/2008
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/16/08 at 04:17 AM

Quietly stunning, if that makes sense. I especially like the last stanza.

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