The Little Things - NaPoWriMo 27

It is the little things.
I could list them all
but that is not the point;
they are the nameless small miracles
so easily taken for granted each day.

Yet they are the individual blocks
that carve out how a day may be
and how a life can fell,
to form a pyramid towering edifice
that is referred to as 'living'.

The small pinpricks of annoyance
that result in a screaming match,
or the unbidden memory
that speaks of bittersweet past
with gladness to warm a cold heart.

For small does not mean worthless
just easy to overlook
and take for granted
but even Galaxies spin on a single small point.