Potpourri

In my room stands a cup

That fills the space with subtle fragrance.

Potpourri they call it –

A mixture of things.

A mixture of dried leaves or petals

That could have easily been overlooked.

In my life too I see this mixture –

In the calm guidance of my father,

The constant support of a childhood friend,

The sunlight pouring in through my window,

The secret midnight snack,

The little things that make me smile.

In the chaos of life, I often forget this mixture

The mixture of things that make me, me.

This subtle fragrance that makes my life better,

My potpourri – a mixture of happy things.