The Little People

Those of us who know our place

Those of us who smile and don’t take up space

I see those who care and others are unaware

Quiet and hidden though seen by some

We don’t care that we are the little people because we are not alone

Seen petting a cat looking on baby’s smile

Feeling the warmth inside knowing we are alive

I look to see you without you knowing

My heart skips a beat as you walk and speak

I sense divinity and know there must be a God

For your inner silence carries with it a song