My Socks

It's the little things in life

That are often overlooked:

Finding that your favourite band

Is still not fully booked.

Taking things for granted:

Not seeing life as a whole,

Means I may not notice

That he replaced the toilet roll.

Little subtle gestures

From those passing down the street,

A little smile can change the face

Of the people that you meet.

A simple cup of Earl Grey tea

With just a splash of milk and honey,

Can smooth every anxious thought

From my head down to my tummy.

A stroll along the water's edge,

With sand between the toes,

Is by far the best medicine

That any body knows.

The giggle of a baby,

Can make my spirit sing:

Such pure and innocent joy,

From such a tiny thing.

A pillow is just cotton,

Stuffed with lots of fluff.

Sinking my head down in it,

Is soothing enough.

A hand written letter,

Is really paper and some ink,

How special is the time it took

Someone to tell you what they think.

It's never the expensive things,

Not handbags, heels and party frocks,

The thing that brings the most comfort of all,

Are my cosy, compfy, cotton pair of socks.