Good Sunday Morning, My Love


I just wanted to say,
as I watch you get up when you have been
stomped down by others,
as I watched you fight,
yet another fight even harder then the time before,
then, when your life is in it's on struggle,
you slowly stand tall, spread your wings,
and place a smile across your face,
for that,
you are my lifting angel.
I love you so..
Katricia Belsha

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem