Go on doing the little things,
no matter how small,
only making sure that you breathe love into them.
Let them fall where they may,
no matter into what heart,
no matter how silently,
no matter how hopeless may seem the soil into which they drop,
no matter how you yourself may appear
to be forgotten
or overlooked
as you do your deeds of kindness,
and speak your words of love.
These words and deeds and influences of yours are living seeds,
and not one of them shall perish!
J.R. Miller
Good to be Home 
Great poem… it’s what motherhood feels like many times… but it’s when the seeds have sprouted, grown, and produced fruit, that you can look back and see that all your hard work has paid off.
Yes! It’s a lifelong process and even carries on after we’re gone!
Beautiful poem.
So glad you liked it, too! xo