Monday, February 18, 2013

The Triump of My Day

Fridays, after I pick her up from school, is the time that I reserved just for my little girl. It's the best part of my week.

The Triump of My Day

Tired and empty,
I may be,
from the day's fight
to keep the world at bay,

And no decisive
with which I have
to earn a hero's pay,

But heaven's grace
binds to me;
of which I don't
deserve in any way,

My little girl's joy,
when she sees me,
that sunshine is
the triumph of my day.
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