Happiness is,
my Mother's lasagna on a dark evening
spring warmth on my freckled shoulders
the chickens in the garden laying eggs
on a Sunday morning
Polaroid shots of my brother eating chocolate cake
a tidy bedroom and fresh floral scented bed sheets
squeezing into unworn skinny jeans
icy baths on hot days
coffee and cake dates
receiving good grades after months of studying
a hot batch of crispy French fries
bouquets of flowers on the mantelpiece
"I love you" messages
a juicy apple with that perfect CRUNCH
grains of sand seeping between my toes
the smell of cut grass
and a hug from my grandmother