The Little Things In Life

The treasured memories of our childhood ring, The cold, winter nights and the early spring, Our childish games and the sweet summer sweat, And the autumns that went by without much fret. Innocent chuckles fringed our endless banter, Infinite ease accompanied our reckless candour, Innocuous friendships forged in unsullied virtues, Intimate bonds uncoloured by spiteful hues. But life around us changed as time flew, Our puerile ways we eventually outgrew. Now deceit and pretence catch us unawares, This place is only home to he who truly prepares. #TheLittleThingsInLife #Childhood #Innocence #Poetry By the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and His beloved Mother in Heaven. You might also like :    The Story Of A Lamb    Of A Precious Little Flower    The Bird Who Refused To Fly    The Blue Ocean And A Lone Ship    Pearls Of Wisdom By Atticus Finch    Breaking Free : A Redemption Story

Anastasia was a little girl who lived in a forest. The big, black baboon was old and wise, and he was Anastasia's closest friend. Every time Anastasia had a problem, she would go to the big, black baboon, and he would just make it disappear into thin air. But one day the big, black baboon went his way, and never came back. Anastasia looked and looked, but found him not. Sad and dejected, she walked along the forest path wondering whom she would go to the next time she was in trouble. As she turned an unfamiliar bend, stumbling over the roots of an old banyan tree, Anastasia fell down.  Sulking and grumbling, she tried to get up, but slipped over the sloppy ground instead, and rolled down into a bush of thorns. Bruised and tattered all over, Anastasia started crying and called out to the big, black baboon for help. But the big, black baboon showed up not. Feeling bereft and deceived, Anastasia sat there quite rooted to the ground. She looked around,...

Sparring sparrows in the morning dew, Waking up the day ever so new. Tiny tots, they rise with the sun, Gabbling away, having endless fun. Chirpy carols in the morning bloom, Lift the veil off the dark night’s gloom. Beckoning the day with a joyous song, They warble at dusk as children play along. The morning mist aloft with their clatter, The sun sinks in their evening chatter. Muses the garden rose what they prattle, What is it through evenings they rattle? #TheLittleThingsInLife #Sparrows #Mornings #Poetry By the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and His beloved Mother in Heaven. You might also like :    The Story Of A Lamb    Of A Precious Little Flower    The Bird Who Refused To Fly    The Blue Ocean And A Lone Ship    Pearls Of Wisdom By Atticus Finch    Breaking Free : A Redemption Story    An Ode To Innocent Chuckles And Innocuous Friendship