Little Things Matter

Hearing to the shouts

With so many doubts

Waiting for my mom

Sitting in my room

I Had spent all my childhood.

As days passed by

I decided not to cry

Because I hated

To admit that my parents got separated

Not by law but by heart.

They both got busy in earning

To give me a good living

But least did they know that I missed little things

I missed my dad in my school meetings

I missed mom's scoldings

We never went out together

They left me with a baby sitter

She took good care of me

But for me

Every little thing matters