Happiness Is Full Of Holes

Oh the irony; the Bloom that blesses 

with greatest happiness-es

Is the selfsame Sheaf

cradling our deepest grief!

Cherish the bloom...

Still a few tenacious blooms hoisting their pretty plumes💕

No precious posy is overlooked as we are poised on the brink of November!

Happiness seems to grow dearer 

As the days to years increase 

Where it seems joy’s perfect picture 

Is often missing a piece 

Missing faces and caresses 

From those too far off to reach 

Realizing happiness-es 

Are like waves that wash the beach 

Rush of pure and sweet enchantments 

Swirls and eddies; tender taunt 

Runs life rife with disappointments 

We did not expect or want 

Takes away a much-loved someone 

Leaves a teardrop in their stead 

Teaching us to cherish moments 

Weaving a gossamer thread 

…full of twists and tears and creases 

That no fingers can secure 

And though it is missing pieces 

Happiness can still endure 

For with loss comes the awak’ning 

To the other side of joy 

And the sacred undertaking 

Of the moments we employ 

Futile to unravel echoes 

Where time’s sparkle-skein unfolds 

Better to embrace the present 

And the happiness it holds 

Happiness, life's sweet Comforter

How its wonder warms our souls

Happiness, we soon discover

Is a blanket full of holes

© Janet Martin