happiness
is a small wooden figure
with a funny face
a wide smile and a white beard
wearing a cheerful Christmas hat
with a large red heart on his chest
taken from a loft’s safe keeping
full of other forget me nots
he has found he way
on to our garden deck table
where he sits amongst
cyclamens of purple passion
keeping an eye on a fat pigeon
feeding on spilled bird seed
and a robin with a wriggling
worm in its beak
enjoying their morning breakfast
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Author:
Cassie58 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A gift from our Robbie when he was ten years old
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