That Picture callled Life

This is a poem I wrote about happiness and about belonging. All the things that belong in a box of inspiration. 

A thick knitted sweater, splashing through puddles,
riding my bike between morning and night,
when the streets are empty, just me and the moon.
Cookies and milk, old children's books,
autumn leaves, that snow from the trees.
And saying goodybe, but I'll be seeing you soon.
All the colours of joy, in that picture called life,
I wish I could hold them in the palm of my hand.

Crying and laughing, all at once,
making a wish on New Year's Eve,
with the promise of new things, but never quite sure. 
A purring cat, and birthday surprises,
and smelling your favourie meal at the door,
being hugged goodnight, and feeling secure.
All the happiness and love, all the truth in the world,
and a box of inspiration that I find in my heart.

Love, x