Not About Sunshine and Flowers
“Write a poem” my hubby said,
“Why are all your poem’s sad?”
He asked, and then said,
“Write a poem that’s happy.”
“I’ll write a poem that’s happy,
A poem about sunshine and flowers,”
I told him, thinking that those,
Those are happy images.
“Don’t write about those,”
He told me, “Not about sunshine,
Not about flowers, not these,
That is not happiness.”
So I’ll write a poem that is happy,
But not about sunshine,
And not about flowers,
Definitely not these.
Sunshine makes me think,
Think of good times,
And warm feelings, but…
This is not about sunshine.
Flowers are symbols,
Symbols of love and joy,
And close relationships,
But this is not about flowers.
Happiness, this is about that,
Not about sunshine and flowers.
Happiness is about much more,
Happiness is waking up,
Curled up in warm blankets,
And knowing that the sun has risen.
Happiness is about many things,
The birds of the air and the bees,
The bees that buzz and fly,
And where they find their nectar.
Happiness is about the simple things,
So yes, happiness is about sunshine,
And happiness is about flowers too,
But this is not a poem about those.
