Chasing Happiness

Written in response

She was chasing happiness, like a kite, flying high in the sky. The wind blew it in every direction, through the clouds, and falling back to earth. Alone, happiness was short lived. The kite never seemed to gain the height it needed to. Her legs were never quite fast enough to keep up.

With children, grandchildren, her other (sometimes better) half, the kite travelled further, higher, reaching the stars almost. It was through their laughter, she managed to stay sane. When happiness got stuck in a tree, it was her daughter who brought it back down again. When twisting around in circles, it was her husband, taking it by the string, to stop it. As the string got tangled, working together with her granddaughter fixed it again.

Happiness, a kite with ribbon, and string, cost barely pennies, yet every year, just like the crabbing net, brought happiness to her. A few coins for the two pence machines, making sandcastles, painting pottery, visiting parks, feeding the ducks, walking the dogs, dodging the waves, and happiness grew in their hearts, pulling hope with it.

Chasing happiness? It was no longer a dream, but reality.

Nothing could hurt them when happiness was as strong as her kite, flying high, above the trees. It would stretch to the moon and back, keeping her loved ones safe.

That was true happiness.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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