The World is My Basket

The world is my basket
to be filled to the top
with everything that makes me happy
and nothing to make tears drop.

I shall fill it with flowers
and fill it with silk,
with honeyed biscuits
and sweetened milk.

I shall fill it with laughter
and thoughts so pure,
with music and poetry
so I'll feel secure.

I shall trim it with ribbons
and fancy lace.
And of course I'll preserve
a special warm place
for a picture of you love
with a smile on your face.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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