An Alphabet of Happiness

Answers to the wishes I’ve not uttered

Butterflies dancing a Viennese Walz in colourful dresses

Crickets playing the violins on my balcony

Dreams from which I wake up smiling

Earrings matching the blouse, for another day in the empty office

Flights to my land above Shaun the Sheep and other clouds

Gifts wrapped up by my best friend, delivered just before Christmas

Hot chocolate with a caramel flavour and marshmallows

Indian neighbour, kidnapping me for five hours of shopping

Jasmine with petals of red roses in a small cup of tea

Kali, the dog who steels the hearts, sleeping on my rug

Lights turned on in darkness when going home

Mum’s voice from miles and miles away

Nights with chatting stars at my attic’s window

Orchids greeting me in the morning

Pebbles on the beach, singing carols in the Royal Sea Hall

Quarrels with the naughty birds in the garden

Roses dressing up a rented little house

Sister’s card from my last birthday, waiting for her return

Toys whispering at the Zoom meetings of the busy manager.

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I’m learning new letters every day

from this mysterious language

But I must start all over again,

every single morning.

Oh, I keep forgetting.

Why is it so hard

to remember that

I Am HAPPY?