Poetry By Ann Rich
Mornings delight present with the laughter of children.
Streets are full with the pitter-patter of little feet that are out and
Each home with a gift on this street, many seeds with many sprouts.
Laughter and joy fill the air, allowing the child in you to cheer again.
Little hearts pounding with excitement from all that is complete and
Streets are full with the sounds of our innocence, many screams with many
Little lives engaged with the will to thrive on this street, not one with a
glimpse of doubt.
The happy place is what I see, a place of comfort where most of us have
The happy place holds many things,
The warmest images are portrayed by the innocence of a child’s smile.
The happy place holds many memories,
The face of authenticity is what this child’s smile brings.
The happy place is our gift from the most precious child.
Genuine smiles that give this world some truth with pure honesty!
Walking along the beach, endless and endless miles of seashore with time to explore.
Empty shells are all that I can see, so I pick them up and carry them away with me.
Quite a collection I find I have, so I carry them for a safer place to be.
The sun beating down on them with a glimmer of light that catches my eye.
More and more I find to carry with me, a salvation hard to describe!
So much beauty, and so many different shapes.
But they all lay in such a commonplace.
As I carry these empty shells away with me,
The weight begins to slow me down.
So I sort through them one by one.
Each carries a moment in need.
Each one in different places I have found.
And each with a memory that has just begun.
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