Little Things

It’s the Little Things

By: Rodolfo Perez

I live for the little things.

I live for cold water on a hot day, and a cup of hot coffee on the cold nights.

I live for a good poem, or a nice wine, or a ray of sunshine.

I live for the smell of a home-cooked meal on Friday nights,

For I know my family is home to care, and love is in the air.

I live for the moments after a face-mask,

Feeling my smooth, soothing skin.

I live for intimate dinners with great people,

And fries in crowded Chicago Chick-fil-a's.

I live for the seconds.

Not the minutes, nor the days,

Nor the years.

I live for the little things.