Some Little Thoughts

It’s the little things
That make the difference,
Between a humble room
And a home.
It’s the joy of discovery
As one looks from side to side;
It’s like walking in one’s garden,
And finding Nature behind every stone.
 

It’s the little things
That make the difference,
Between a humble room
And a home.
It’s the colour of the curtains
Which brighten up the hall;
It’s like the sun, rising in the morn;
It’s ;ike a child, crying out: ‘I’m newly born!’
 

It’s the little things
That make the difference,
Between a humble room
And a home.
It’s the joy of her pretending
That she’s ill and needs attention;
It’s like a child, who nestles up to you
And claims a pain in a bone.
 

It’s the little things
That make the difference,
Between a humble room
And a home.
It’s the joy of that first kiss,
Which drives away the night;
It’s like love at first sight,
Or seeing multi-coloured birds in flight.
 

It’s the little things
That make the difference,
Between a humble room
And a home.
It’s the simple drying of the plates
After sampling cooking skills;
And when she says, ‘Thank you, dear’,
It’s like life’s problems have all flown.
 

It’s the little things
That make the difference,
Between a humble room
And a home.
It’s the joy of knowing peace
When life’s burdens weigh you down;
It’s like one listening to a melody,
Making life’s harsh sounds transformed into a symphony.
 

It’s the little things
That make the difference,
Between a humble room
And a home.
It’s the pleasure of her company
On those long and lonely nights;
It’s when she holds your hand and says,
‘I love … only you,’
Then you know: You love her – too.
 

It’s the little things
That make a difference,
Between a humble room
And a home.
So many things intrigue one
As one scans the furniture;
And one doesn’t want to leave it,
Never more one wants to roam.
 

It’s the little things
That make the difference,
Between a humble room
And a home.
But when all is said and done,
And all similes have been exhausted,
One finds that LOVE is the common factor
Nothing else compares – Love has no clone.