dearest mother
dearest father
if forever i should roam
i shall hunt down
that bird of happiness
that took flight, so long ago
taking with him
thru times portal
my once happy
childhood home….
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just paisley.... 
You may find that you are not alone in your search…
a sad lament but full of hope
It’s so hard to find happiness.
Love the poem and the visual. Rick Mobbs rocks. I’m waiting until I write something that does justice to his art work. On second thoughts that’ll be never . . . better take the plunge.
you’ve managed to capture the elusiveness of happiness without squashing all hope
Happiness can be like a pop phart in the wind that can’t be caught, I’m afraid. Yet how we try.. how we try. But your poem will live forever..:)