As a little girl full of fantasies,
I saw paradise in chocolates and treats
Gleefully smuggled past Mom,
Who pretended not to hear
The crinkling of the wrapper as I snuck away.
As a young child who discovered words,
I found libraries best resembled heaven,
With the quiet music of turned pages
And wistful sighs of a reader lost
In the world within those sheets.
Now, I find paradise in people
Who surround me with laughter and life,
Filled with opinions and thoughts
They have gathered over years
And found within them to share with me.
Maybe it is one of life's mercies,
Where anything can be your Nirvana,
And all you've got to do
Is want it badly enough
That the universe conspires to let you have it.