Happiness …

Is a book snuggled against your chest

Under the warm blanket.

It’s the light tapping of the rain

Landing in jaunty rhythm on the roof.

It’s his warm hand in yours

Cramming a million sweet words

In one gentle squeeze.

It’s the smile of your sister

The laughter of your mother.

It’s the ray of sun that lands on a page;

It’s the tales and secrets traded between siblings,

Before chuckling faces subside to sleep.

It’s a fleeting ecstasy,

The sudden jolt of a content heart

Who recognises the many blessings

That dot and water sinewy lives.

It’s… the half-smile that blooms,

Green and fierce on the arid land

Of your melancholy.

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17/08/19