Her Happiness, My Happiness

Thu, 07/30/2015 - 11:17 -- krwalz

She does not wear a mask,

not for her protection but instead

she leaves her mark on everyone,

with the subtle smile that never disappears.

Not everyone can see the small bit of grace about her,

but her humor is as strong as any superhero.

 

The pace of the clock does not matter,

nor the person, or place.

She has open eyes, ears, and heart

and these things never lock themselves up.

 

She pushes her effort in life to help,

and is always the first person there,

whether for a laugh or a cry.

 

If someone like me is in trouble,

she stumbles over her own feet

just to get to me.

 

She is the happiness that no one can forget-

She is special,

awesome.

 

This is who makes the world happy,

this is who makes my world happy. 

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