Oh for the touch of a lovers hand,
The warmth of the sun on your face.
That feeling of happiness,
Serenity and grace.
Oh for a rainbow after the storm,
The smell of newly mown grass.
The lightness of being,
Alone in the dark,
In a place that's no longer a farce.
Oh for the wit to be able to laugh,
At oneself and laugh with the others.
Oh for the grace to not frown at their jokes,
And not angrily slander their mothers.
J R A Gigney
5 February 2013
