The Happy Place
By Ann Rich

Mornings delight present with the laughter of children.
Streets are full with the pitter-patter of little feet that are out and about.
Each home with a gift on this street, many seeds with many sprouts.
Laughter and joy fill the air,
allowing the child in you to cheer again.
Little hearts pounding with excitement from all that is complete and genuine.
Streets are full with the sounds of our innocence,
many screams with many shouts.
Little lives engaged with the will to thrive on this street,
not one with a glimpse of doubt.
The happy place is what I see,
a place of comfort where most of us have already been.

The happy place holds many things,
The warmest images are portrayed by the innocence of a child's smile.
The happy place holds many memories,
The face of authenticity is what this child's smile brings.
The happy place is our gift from the most precious child.
Genuine smiles that give this world some truth with pure honesty!