Pits of Joy

these little pits of joy exist

in an otherwise dark existence

these little pits of joy persist
with no cause for their persistence

this photo

two smiling children

tears of joy

porridge smells

and the biting cold set in

these little moments

these scratched toys
from the bagintheloft
two little boys

these amnesic snow drifts
elated escapes

T...tiny, T...tiny
t'tiny detailed shapes

then here comes the grief
sudden
inevitable
but wouldn't you know
not wholly irrevocable

as the

two smiling children
smile
smile
we miss you always
smile, smile
through all the days

because they won't rub out
those sketches of joys
carved in the road
when we were boys
yes again

and again
these little pits

lower me in
beyond my wits

oh joy
joy
these little pits of joy

exist

to keep me here

and not to be missed