The Little Things Poem by Bobbi Carson

1-21-21

Waking up feeling alive and feeling the sun on my face. That's what counts
Walking outside under a tin roof while a thunderstorm is rolling by, that counts too
Remembering your face and feeling bursts of loving care. This Always counts
Breathing in and out in the forest then staring at a bonfire in the Autumn.
This counts as well
Finding meanings in all things that make up our lives.
Loving and caring for one another is the way. This counts most