The Little Things

A cactus
A softball game
A riddle
A pretty name

My friends
My family
A good book
A preacher's homily

They bring a smile to my face
And warmth into my heart
When I see them
I almost lose the need for art

Daddy's cookies
Sister's hugs
So much better to focus on
Than war and common thugs

This poem is about: 
Our world

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