Happiness
I want to paint, the taste of juicy succulent watermelon – icy cold – on a warm summers day.
I want to paint, the smell of freshly baked bread breathing its warmth down to my heart.
I want to paint, the sound of a baby’s first cry and a loved ones last laugh.
I want to paint, the memory of me and my mums first moment (a marvellous miracle.)
I want to paint, the impossibility of a rainbows dazzling smile shining brighter than the sun.
I want to paint, the image of a fiery phoenix zooming through the sky its feathers ablaze.
Great poem Emily