Day 7 Happiness is Bottled Sound

Bottle Sound

Rain drops tap on metal roof,

murmmered I love you affections proof,

babies giggle held high above head,

hush in the garden even insects have gone to bed,

like layers of colored sand in a jar,

happy scenes rush to memories door,

that joyous place where love abounds,

I wish that we could bottle sound.

About Frances Wiedenhoeft

After a lifetime in nursing, anesthesia and the Army I now write, blog, attend school for journalism and massage, and watch my 3 grandchildren. I am a veteran of Desert Storm, Iraq and Afghanistan and try to serve other vets such as myself, and to work for peace.
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