The Triumph 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 Triumph of My Day

Tired and empty,

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

And no decisive

victory
with which

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.