The Precious Gifts - Re-Posted

I’m thankful for the little things

That happen everyday;
The blessings you tuck here and there
To help me on my way.
 
Within the jumble of my day,
I don’t always take note
Of all those precious little gifts
And the love they connote.
 
They are not necessarily
Moments of great import,
In fact, most often they are of
The small, but precious sort.
 
The smile I got when I came home,
The friend who shared a hug,
The sun that broke through stormy skies,
The loved ones safe and snug.
 
They may not seem like blessings to
Most people that I meet,
But they are precious gifts to me,
The kind that make life sweet.