My Little Homemade Remedy

Where do I go
When life is a little rough
I get on my knees
And look in her eyes
For me, that is enough

It is enough to remind me
Of what is important here
Not the bills to pay
How clean my house is
Not even my career

When her blue eyes are twinkling
And she is giggling with glee
I can’t help but laugh with her
And wonder
“How am I so lucky?”

I should record her laughter
The way it echoes through my home
I could listen to it
In my golden years
After she is gone and on her own

If I could preserve her spirit
And bottle up her energy
I could sip it,
Like medicine,
My little homemade remedy


My written response to “Where is your happy place?”