I've written the following poem for O.S.I. The theme this week is amuse.
It doesn’t lie in your belly
Or cease on your lips
But it grows with a generous laugh
And leans against me with a playful kiss
It rises up like waves in morning
As it shimmers in sun rays
And glistens like dew in summer grass
You’ve built a house of mirth
A place of memory, light, and laughs
