He was looking at me.
“Are you happy?”
He asked.
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I just finished cleaning a pile of dishes
While everyone was relaxing in their rooms,
I was checking the youngest one
To see if she has a fever,
Since she was coughing a lot.
A basket full of laundry
Was waiting for me to fold.
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I could tell him one of the many clichés
About Happiness,
But it wasn’t me.
?
I could tell him that sometimes I’m
And sometimes I’m less.
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I knew he won’t understand
If I tell him that
For me happiness is
In the small things.
In a hug,
In a smile,
In words.
In the flower that is blooms,
In a song of a bird.
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“Are you happy?”
He asked.
?
“Sometimes I’m,”
I told him
“ Sometimes I don’t know.”
Bar?
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