The World Is My Basket Poem by Edwina Reizer

The world is my basket
to be filled to the top
with everything that makes me happy
and nothing to make tears drop.

I shall fill it with flowers
and fill it with silk,
with honeyed biscuits
and sweetened milk.

I shall fill it with laughter
and thoughts so pure,
with music and poetry
so I'll feel secure.

I shall trim it with ribbons
and fancy lace.
And of course I'll preserve
a special warm place
for a picture of you love
with a smile on your face.