Monday:
Take care, she said.
Tuesday, she whispered:
Take care today too.
Came Wednesday; she looked again.
Saying:
Be in gentle care today!
Thursday glanced at her.
She wore a warm smile, speaking:
May today care for you well.
Tiredly, Friday met her again.
She spoke up, gently:
Take the best of care, for this day.
Saturday seeking solace, instead found her:
Be wrapped in loving care; where you may find sanctuary among your life. Said she.
She grabbed Sunday with a compassionate hand, conveying:
The week was not in vain.
Everyday, may you be in the tender care.
Lets look to Monday, and start again.
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words from my heart
PoetryI write things as they come to me upon occasion. "Words from *my* heart" is a personal collection of things I write without rules or special form. Thank you for reading them if you do, for they find their way out into the world. I hope some of what...
