Pleasure is the compliment of a job well done,
the joy in the creation or sharing of a talent,
the satisfaction in a glimpse or word of praise for something I created with love.
Pleasure is the softness of a baby soft cheek next to mine,
two soft sweet hands,
and the heavenly aroma of a dear sweet babe.
Pleasure is the pride and glow of a word first recognized,
a word formed with faltering hand,
and the accomplishment in knowing I was the teacher of my sweet child.
Pleasure is the calm of a beautiful day,
the warmth of the first rays of spring sunshine,
and the scent of a damp earth welcoming the new life of spring.
Pleasure is the contentment of a long evening,
listening to the stories and songs of little voices,
bound with love in the security of family.
Pleasure is the nearness of ones we love,
the warmth of a long embrace,
and the kiss given in love.
Pleasure is the security of future,
the promise of hope, life and nearness,
in the arms and home of the Living God.