A small ode to small things

small feet toddle
through my dusty memory
they leave everlasting prints
though her adult feet
would never fit in my shoes
I remember the curl
of small toes
waiting to be tickled
and a small wet thumb
that slipped from rosebud lips
these small things awaken
a thrill of anticipation
at the small seed inside her
a new small thing to come

Kim M. Russell, 2017

Ellen

My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Midweek Challenge: Thinking of the Little Things

Karin is our host today and she’s asking us to focus on the little things, such as a cup of tea drunk out in the sun, a flower that has bloomed later and longer than expected, or marmalade (if we happen to like marmalade). However, she also says that the ‘little things’ can be big things, like a new baby, an act of kindness, a smile, the shape your body makes in the bed after you’ve lain in it all night.

Karin has given us two quotations as examples: one by William Blake from ‘Auguries of Innocence’ and the other by Pablo Neruda, from ‘Ode to My Socks’.

Karin wants us to pretend for a moment that we are at a loss for something to write and then think of a little thing and write an ode to it, which can take whatever shape we wish, and it doesn’t have to include the word ‘ode’ in the title or poem.

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21 thoughts on “A small ode to small things

  1. Oh how lovely….such a touching memory, and thrilling to know of the little one to come, when you will experience that joy all over again, seeing the world through a baby’s eyes, all full of wonder. You are in for the most wonderful time!

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