A Handful of Mirth

A few simple moments.

A handful of mirth.

Sweet smelling lazy afternoons;

Playing in the dirt.

Lingering hopscotch evenings;

Striking rainbow marbles in the mud.

Crazy bath time adventures;

Blowing fragrant soapy suds.

Dreams laced in cotton candy.

Wide eyed; undying trust.

A ray of sunshine held promise such.

In swirling gold speckled dust.

Patting mud pies at sunny noon.

Braving the tan in honeyed bloom.

Neither scare, nor care for the morrow.

Innocent peals of laughter; no room for gloom.

Dimpled hands; eager scamps.

In bunched up skirts, treasures store;

Some handpicked fruit, some wind blown nuts,

Some stealthily plucked flowers; rounds off the chore.

Life swayed to an idyllic tune.

Daddy’s guitar, and mommy’s sweet croon.

Wish we could stay there forever.

With leisurely daybreaks, and a playful moon.