Happiness is a Chilled Mango

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Happiness is a  chill sliced mango,
I’m five, sweaty from the sun’s glow,
on a hot summer day,
who just rushed home from play,
to grab a drink, a top and a hat,
Mom, says “Charlie, I have treat, stop that,
stop fidgeting, sit at the table and wait,”
she set a yellow red orb on a plate,
which sweated and glistened with dew,
she sliced it and said “its for me and for you”
as I tasted it’s sweetness, my taste buds began to sing,
like windchimes in the wind so happily ring,
to this day a mango brings me great joy,
for it was the fruit I loved when I was a boy.

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Author: Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.