Joy Hides (8)

In your palm and I feel it
when I hold your hand.

In the baby’s cry and I feel it
knowing the world goes on.

In your voice and I feel it
when you whisper good morning.

In the dog tag’s jangle and I feel it
as he rushes to meet me at the door

In my fingertips and I feel it
as I text “I love you”.

In the small moments that exist and I feel them
even though I am often too busy to notice.

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