Happiness is being home again,
Happiness is walking in the rain.
Happiness is waking with no pain.
Happiness to see my humble home,
Happiness at not being alone,
Happiness to sit, and not to roam.
Happiness is family to me,
Happiness in the faces, I longed to see,
Happiness is once more being free.
6/12/10 29 palms ca.
Little man blue with hair of gold,
lovely child new to my fold,
Beautiful blue eyes smiling at me,
Beautiful blue eyes, blue as the sea.
Little man blue you fell from above,
The good lord has sent you on the wings of a dove.
I wake in the mornings and still see your face,
And I smile at the child with the beautiful gaze.