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


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.

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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