It's The Little Things <br />by Barbara Lynn Terry <br /> <br /> <br />The lightening flashed and the thunder roared, <br />As I sat in my little house just sitting here bored <br />Out of my mind, and with nothing to do. <br />So I decided instead I should call you, <br />Because I need so much to hear your voice, <br />'Cause listen to you or be bored was not a choice. <br /> <br />The phone rang once, maybe even twice, <br />To hear your words would be so nice, <br />And make me at ease from my fright, <br />Of the raging storm outside. <br /> <br />Everytime I call you, I want to hear you say, <br />'I love you, ' and 'won't you come to stay, <br />With me on this very dreadful night? ' <br />Sometimes I swear you lose sight, <br />Of all that is important in our world, <br />Because it is the little things I enjoy, <br />That makes me a very happy girl.<br /><br />Barbara Lynn Terry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-the-little-things/
