It’s the simple things that made her happy
Like sunflowers and puppies.
Like drinking strong coffee in a café on a rainy day
And reading all of Shakespeare’s plays.
Like listening to songs on Indie Air
And dancing in front of a mirror when no one’s there.
Like sitting in the dark and watching the flickering of the fairy lights
Or watching the full moon on a lonely night.
Like laughing loudly in a public place
And denying anyone of their personal space.
Like skipping and singing in empty streets.
And going to restaurants to simply feast.
Like adorning her hair with flower crowns
And occasionally being a clown.
Like smiling in all her pictures
Because in that frame she’s the epitome of happiness from a forgotten scripture.