The Gift
Every morning when rose daylight
To his ear with a playful bite
She whispered sweet nothings quite trite
She kissed him with ticklish delight
With loving arms hugged him so tight
By his side from daybreak to night
Telling him never to lose sight
How he always made life so bright
Till one time the clock struck midnight
He didn't stir gave an eerie fright
What a relief to see the light
He was well and truly alright
Every day is a gift of might
Not to be taken in hindsight
For granted while it’s in full flight
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on January 17, 2019
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