Tapping feet, listening to an upbeat song - a melody of pure delight as I hear and watch notes being played on a guitar.
Allowable joy penetrates within, giving pleasure in so many ways.
It's so good to be alive and able to talk about it while living in each and every precious moment given to me.
An interior reservoir, holding all the blessings God has given me in life.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/precious-moments-14/
