I can think of few things in life more satisfying than seeing your child realize their dreams. Sarah's love of the written word began at an early age and continues to grow as is evidenced in this poem, all of her writing and her chosen profession. She is a compassionate, professional teacher who amazes all around her with her abilities. Sarah is now a mother herself and handles herself with grace and patience as she passes her passion to her children. On this Mothers Day and all to come, I am proud to call her my daughter.
— Theresa Conover
Sarah Ghoshal
Instructions for How to be (Mostly) Happy
When on a walk
with no destination
or multiple ways
to go, always go
the prettiest path.
Who cares if you
get your feet wet?
Call a friend in another
Country. Marvel at
time distance and
technology, see
yourself on their couch,
sightseeing the day away
with crisp white wine.
Leave your phone
in the car
by mistake.
Unearth the thoughts
of a child, unpacking
color, love, light,
smart yellow giant curiosity.
Pay attention to the happiest
news in the lives of others.
Study their genuine smiles.
Imagine the swelling of
well-being and experience
that must proceed such
unabashed, imperfect joy
Remember to appreciate
feet on the couch on a Saturday
morning and a sticky, almond Danish.
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