Pebbles
I hear rumbles, grumbles, and booms in the world.
I feel trouble and worry and gloom unfurl,
too heavy for one kid to carry around—
like a boulder dug up from deep underground.
So I'll do what I can on my own, that's my rule:
scatter pebbles of kindness at home and at school.
Each act of small kindness flares like a spark
that brightens the way when the day feels dark.
I feel trouble and worry and gloom unfurl,
too heavy for one kid to carry around—
like a boulder dug up from deep underground.
So I'll do what I can on my own, that's my rule:
scatter pebbles of kindness at home and at school.
Each act of small kindness flares like a spark
that brightens the way when the day feels dark.
This poem is copyright (©) Mary E Cronin 2026
About the Writer
Mary E Cronin
Mary E. Cronin lives on Cape Cod in Massachusetts. Her books include Trucks, Boots, and Bells, a poetry collection set in a busy city firehouse, and Like a Mother Bear, a picture book biography of PFLAG founder Jeanne Manford. Mary’s poems have appeared in numerous children’s anthologies and in The New York Times. You can reach her at www.maryecronin.com.
