Sounds That Bring Me Happiness
The fan in my kitchen hums to me, in hot California...
You bet, It doth run most constantly!
The one year old AC unit, is my closest friend!
All corners of this home, are cool, till my
life ends.
The sounds of the kitty when she is so
hungry?
I call that sound, a most blessed luxury.
The notification sound, on my iPad rings,
Reminding me, that I have friends, such
blessed beings.
A poet must honor the sounds of her Keurig
coffee maker.
Be enthusiastic to be alive...you are not
at the undertaker!
The sound of a grandson's laughter is best of all.
Especially, when Grandma,
cannot bend to catch a baseball.
How about the lovely sound a dishwasher makes?
Of that unpleasant work, I need no longer partake.
I'd be much amiss to not mention. actual phone calls.
From my cousins in the Midwest, are the most loving of all!
Bless the great, soothing music that fills the air.
It is my helpmate that is an an aid to penning poetry, and to
white walls, I do not have to stare,
7/21/2021
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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