My Way Home [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Not in the mood to read, even things l like are too much -
as bad as boring documents where the name of every
Ministry has to be checked, while sitting next to a beautiful
rose blooming in diaphanous pink with yellow colourings

And knowing that each new moment presents a precious
gif; to my left flowers defining every previous moment of
life, each flower represents a smile, small yellow ones
together become

A giggle that moves to the melody of Tchaikovsky's
Nutcracker suite, it has me entranced, I bring in blue
for balance and bright green for life-giving energy,
so good to ponder as I wend my way home….