Happiness
Happiness


Look at the child,
Does he have any care?
His shirt is crumpled, pant torn,
His shoes show wear and tear,
But his face glows with happiness
As he somersaults on the ground,
Unaware of the loneliness
That pervades my mind.
I recall my own little one
His small rounded hands
Holding mine in a clasp
Walking along the sands
His face engulfed in happiness
As he felt the mud giving way
Under his little feet
As the waves lashed and receded.
My thoughts go back in time
Nostalgia holding me in its grip
My son is now in foreign lands
In search of greener pastures
I go forward to the child
And hold out my hand
He gazes in wonderment
As I wait in eager anticipation,
My heart is full of happiness
When he shyly takes my hand in his.