Joy springs forth
Like daffodils in
Past winters garden
Promising hopes of
Warmer days like
Your smile that
Moves across your
Face after poorly
Delivered old jokes
Joy is the
Expression of happiness
When your heart
Is at long
Last coddled in
The arms of
Another free from
Harm like your
Arms encircled me
In that Smoky
Mountain snowy cabin
We are often
Seduced by the
Sating bounty of
Attraction like hungry
Children placed before
A glass case
Full of pastries
Often grabbing first
The most delicious
But what if
We were blind
To image from
Where would we
Then decide which
The soul sings
Songs that only
The heart hears
When picking someone
Listen to their
Harmony in order
To hear the
Melodies of love
At long last
I have returned
Like a weary
Soldier home to
The mother land
Back to the
Familiarity of self
After conquering the
Men of distant
Lands near and
Far leaving littered
Hearts along the
Way home now
To lick wounds
Like a dog
After a fight
Swatting away carnage
Like mosquitoes I
Finally find the
Peace that I
Sought calmly all
Alone with me
And like the
Winter does for
The spring to
Give what you
Can to another
Causes both to
Have their meanings
Generosity of self
Requires no acknowledgement
The recognition occurs
In the blossoms
Of the other
Give and then
Give more and
Then even more
My dear boy
Please remember that
There’s a difference
Between the what
And the who
The what when
Done enough like
All things grows
Old and weary
But the who
Oh the who
Remains ageless and
Always always new
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 