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March 96

She sings, happiness within her veins,
sunshine and joy flowing within her blood,
for she has found it.
Twirling away to some silent melody
that floats on the air like  dust motes,
invisible to the eye except in the sunshine
of joy.
She has found it.
And she may pause, tilt her head to an angle,
listening to soundless voices
that cause her to smile
and giggle and sigh contentedly,
and then she may continue her task,
humming to herself as if the weight of the world,
the burdens, the sorrows, the disappointments,
cannot touch her.
And, once in awhile, she will laugh out loud,
seeming to revel in the ringing joy that is voiced,
delighted with the way things are,
tickled that the world
is joy and sunshine and laughter;
that is her gift ~~ laughter ~~
hers to give freely.
She does not seem to hear the cacophony of voices
attempting to drown out her joy in doubts and fears,
trying to murder her dreams with pessimistic visions
of what will be;

and, once in awhile, she will laugh out loud.



© 1996 Tara Tambollio