Her Happiness
She’s found her own happiness
Between green beds in the garden -
Her own point of reference,
Her little place on the planet.
She dries herbs, listens to the wind,
And delights with birds’ singing,
And hums lullabies to her child -
A little unborn human being.
She’s found her own happiness,
Staying away from people -
From a tumult of noisy voices –
Her own silent and hidden nestle.
She’s found her own happiness
Between green beds in the garden.
With a gentle smile on her face
She waits patiently for the new person…
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