Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Some Days: Poem

 

Some Days

Some days, she is a warrior.

Some days, she is a broken mess.

Days of most,

She is a bit of both.

But every day, every day –

She is standing,

Fighting and trying.

She is always a darling.

She sings her song

All night long. –

You got it, startling!

She knows how to be starring

Every day, every day,

My sunshine honey –

The puffy funny bunny,

You are always a darling!

I am at peace

In your arms.

Tomshinsky@2025

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