A Poem by Valentine



                    Comes in pebbles,

                       Not in boulders.

                             At least,

                 That is what Mama said.

                        It seems I have


                           Over stones,

                                 For I

                       Stubbed my toes

                      On pebbles instead.

                         Still, happiness

                          Evades me yet.


                        I should have asked

                        'Mama, just what is


                               After years of

                          Boulders, rocks, stones,

                                  And pebbles,

                           Happiness upon me,

                                  Has not set!!



© 2017 Valentine

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I love the thought behind chemistry teacher used to say that we trip on stones and pebbles, not on's the little things that matter...small, tiny seemingly insignificant memories that really move us in life...sure there are people who get to experience dramatic life changing moments, but those are rare I guess...
Very well written, ma'am!! :)

Posted 1 Year Ago

I like the thought behind this poem. We all believe in the words of our parents but when one trips over pebbles..... then one wonders where his share of happiness lies.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Content is the new happy to me. But I enjoyed the read because Everyone has their own interpretation of the word happiness, and their own theories about how to attain it.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Perhaps hapiness can not be expected. It can only come when all the conditions fall towards each other. Of course there are various happinesses.
A gentle lilting piece that I am coming to see is one of your many trade marks.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Ken, I just write down the thoughts as they come to mind. Wish more thoughts were coming. Kathie
I think happiness comes after those bruises really are healed but maybe we keep getting more bruises to truly know happiness when it comes. Deep write.

Posted 1 Year Ago

The obstacles in life that trip us up and make us stumble or cause a detour can seem quite a test! I relate strongly with this poetic observation and have myself asked questions with my peers! But imagine crushing the pebbles, stones and boulders to a fine sandy powder to be softly walked upon as we overcome and learn from these challenges! Lovely write …

Posted 1 Year Ago

My mom always says that happiness comes in pebbles. True happiness is in the little things, which grow into big things. :) I love this, Kathie

Posted 1 Year Ago

I really like this Valentine :) Those pebbles could be called small mercies, I guess, taking the nows as they come and the moments. Beautifully done...I often ask myself what happiness actually is :)

Posted 1 Year Ago

A nice metaphorical write. Brief, but one which gets its message across.

For every stubbed toe there is a bruise, after every bruise there is a healing.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Doodley, a verse could be made from your review words. Thank you for stopping by. Kathie
YES! "Happiness/ Comes in pebbles,/ Not in boulders"

very true

wise words

thank you for sharing!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

You are more than welcome Jenny. Kathie

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