Joy Needs No Umbrella

The sky was growing darker

on a once bright cheery day.

The baby,

once bright and cheery,

feared the darkness and wrath

but I held her close to me

loving her so much.

Her face lit up

and  quickly brightened.

She gave me a kiss and her heart melted into mine.

Where was the once pending storm?

I don’t know or care

then gave the wee one a kiss.

Our love is stronger than any storm . . .

and we drifted off to rest peacefully.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2019

 

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