Give Some Away

Some days, these days, I have a surfeit of happiness;
Like a little bubble in my throat,
Like a fizz in my stomach
Could I hold a glass to my overflowing
And give some away?

I long to give it;
To those exhausted With working,
With children, Climbing the walls of pent up days Living without a joy of green.

My friends cut and sew protection, plain and precious.
I wish I could cut some sunshine
And leaves and hawthorn froth Into a cloth of happiness
Sew it up and give it away

~ Gillian Stevens

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