The child clambers upon my bed,
“Wake up, wake up sleepyhead.”
I squeeze my eyes tight
still wanting to rest.
But tiny arms wrap about my legs
and in the child’s grasp
my weary thoughts are replaced.
I take on her smile as she throws her head back to laugh.
I can tell today will be a good one.
Proverbs 17:22 “A joyful heart is good medicine.”