The Hands of Others

Everybody gets down, but there are ways to get back up.

Listening to the pitter patter of the rain hit my window lets me sink into a dream.

Burrowing into bed with my favorite show and delicious sweets bring me back to a time when there was peace.

My cat sitting upon my lap, everyday she seems happy with even the simplistic ways of life.

Talking and laughing with my brother as we reminisce, the good old days.

Love and laughter bring me joy, the support from others makes my life beautiful.

A smile can lift even the darkest of days because the best is only made through wonderous ways,

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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