Money on a park bench, what good fortune.
Baby in a stroller smiles at me,
and all packed so sweetly,
into such a tiny little body!
Kind old ladies sharing tales of the good times,
when they fell in love,
when they watched their kids, grow,
All delivered in a stream of nostalgia so infectious my own heart swells
like the clouds above,
raining down a shower of glorious emotions.
I cry with a smile on my face.
It’s moments like these when the pure value of life truly shines bright.
I say aah! to be the humming bird flying round and round a plump humming bird.
Such a transcending vision
I cry with my arms open.
Welcoming the world.
[And she built a bonfire to burn her Liar-Liar collection of 1970’s panties, they caught on fire rather quickly, adieu – she said – While dancing to a tape recording of Bach’s ironic harmonica concerto: Die Toten Honig Himmel]