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Briannej Johnson Poem
A very cautious little girl asked her father what it was that made the sunshine,
With a sincere slender grin he replied your smile so she hardly ever was seen without it.
When the curious little girl grew older she asked her father why sadness existed,
with a somber serious tone he replied so we will want to hold happiness in the palm of our fists.
So she accepted sadness but longed to meet happiness.
When the girl reached an age where she thought she knew best she very sternly asked her father to leave her alone and so there was no reply.
The wise stern father began to miss his daughters questions so he asked his very curious daughter where she was hiding, and she replied; I grew cold because I realized even when I don’t smile the sun still shines, happiness isn’t something you can hold in your fist and when I asked you to leave me alone I was certain I didn’t need you…
But, she said, I realized my smile made the sun shine FOR YOU, my hand in the palm of your fist brought YOU happiness and you must never leave me alone, because without you I wouldn’t exist.
Copyright © Briannej Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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Briannej Johnson Poem
It’s the seemingly endless five minute walk up the lightly graveled, manure filled drive, dodging the expired cow patties, led by the dim light of the reflection of the moon on the thin tattered blanket of snow.
It’s the smell of livestock resting on the hills in the distance, which burns the interior of my dry frozen nostrils. The elated barks of my furry companions pierce the cold silence as they wait for my arrival with sopping, wet tongues in the smoke filled house of broken families past.
It’s the aged, exhausted face that waits at the door, instantly brightened, energized by my reckless youthfulness. We sit in our self sabotage on a very tattered loveseat, in bizarre contentment with smiling hearts, a cup of warm chamomile balanced by slippered feet. The faint hum of a ukulele, the TV waiting for a command, as it plays the remains of a long expired program that was prompted by the other.
It’s the feeling I have when I drink that cup of hot tea. The way my heart feels in a certain presence of another. The eagerness to get to the top of the snow covered driveway to this place I call home.
Copyright © Briannej Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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