Her Happiness Poem by Natasa To

Happy is a family going up one by one

buffalo tread on thick medallions

It's a happiness to be born rick

It's happy to stay that way

On the way to work at Chantilly

She fell in love with a blueberry

Sister wore a blue gingham sweater

At work her daughter sat under the ground

That gain her in a spot

Back then work had a weight she could feel it

After the hours the father got a daughter

The morning she left

We drank a pitcher of expensive wine

Our ancestors had died and been died

And now everything was a neat and nice