Happiness
Happiness is toasting scones upon a rainy day
Or missing someone very much when they have gone away
Happiness is sitting when the children are in bed
Or butter, thick, upon a slice of fresh and crusty bread.
Happiness is walking through a field of new laid snow
Or just thinking, " Well, I'm me" and being happy so
Happiness is beiong glad and having lots to do
And loving someone very much and knowing they love you
Happiness is coming home to have a cup of tea
And seeing children's eye light up, and bathing someone's knee.
Happiness is listening while little children sing
Happiness,Oh Happiness is such a quiet thing
Its living and its having power to strive
It isn't just existing - it's knowing you're alive.
Pat Morris
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