What is Happiness? (a prose poem)

What is happiness?

It’s sitting in the comfy chair in the reading nook, next to you while you work away at your desk. It’s our pup laying behind your chair, chewing his favorite toy, completely at peace. It’s our baby girl, purring away sitting on the ottoman next to my feet.

Happiness isn’t money or the nicest things the world has to offer.

Happiness is your kind and loving heart, loving me forevermore.

Radiance (a poem)

Look to the light, my love

turn away from these screens that

tether, pull us into a spider’s web –

the ebb, flow of a life filled

with strife, makes my heart sore

I yearn for more love

which is why I turn to you

no matter what happens here

look to the light, my love

the radiance of happier days.

(Photo by Nicola Fioravanti on Unsplash)