Heart's Content

Some simple-king things that make this heart glad!

(I'm having a 'to-my-heart's-content-writing-day while Victoria plays the piano...

simple things for common kings:)

Tell me, how much is ‘heart’s content’?

It seems the heart is wish-whim bent

It begs, it prays, it pleads and bleeds

And often wants more than it needs

Yet somehow feels as rich as kings

With life’s simple everyday things

A mail-box with a Christmas card

A lone leaf etched on winter’s yard

A baby’s smile, no any smile

Makes us feel richer by a mile

With all the things a heart can hold

Dearer by far than hordes of gold

Red woolly hats, warm, fuzzy mitts
Chubby-cheeked 'bubbas' soft as kitts
Feet walking with nowhere to be
 With one-and-only-you with me
Snow-sugared welkin overhead
And every hill a feather-bed

The heart, though it is prone to wish

Is like an overflowing dish

When it begins to recognize

How simple things are living’s prize

And nothing in the whole world brings

True happiness like simple things

A mug of steaming ‘second cup’

A family with which to sup

A hand to hold and lips to kiss

Tell me, what is better than this?

A whole head full of words to use

In poetry or love; you choose

A heaven wild with pinkest pink

A laughing child, a book to drink

Piano-plink, Bing Crosby’s voice

A plate of tasty sweet-treat choice

A morning, still smooth and unmarred

A teenage face with eyes dream-starred

A winter woodland paradise

A sudden steal-my-breath surprise

Because the love I have for you

Feels like a bike shiny and new

And then I sing and sing and sing

Spurred by the happiness you bring

And to my heart’s content I grin

Glad for this weathered bag of skin

That houses more than blood and bones

It is a vault of precious stones

That tames the beast of wish and whim

And pours joy right up to the brim

A nook of vine-wisped look-at-me

A brook of sun-kissed poetry

A fenceless field of azure sky

Above a grove where dreamers lie

To soak in moments mercy-spilt

Where childish voices waft and lilt

…and satisfy the heart’s content

No greedy gain, no money spent

Just one wide open afternoon

Where it is always middle-June

And everyone is rich as kings

In a heart glad with simple things

© Janet Martin