Everything she does is so perfect and without flaw
I try so hard to match her to no avail
How does she do it every day
I wish I could be more like her
As good as new
She goes on without knowing how special she is
The gift she has is natural as her ability to breathe
She sees nothing before her but her tasks for the day
When does she find the time to be free?
Everything in its place
As perfect as can be
When she sits she frets
For anything she sees that doesn’t fit
Does she know what it means to relax?
Oh no, I think not
Take her to a place that shows her how to relax
For life was never meant to be perfect
So in its place
Copyright 1998, 2018
By Felina Silver Robinson
Published by Felina
I'm a wife, a mother, a writer, and a friend. I enjoy sharing feelings, experiences and my poetry. There are many things that I am good at, but I'm sure there are just as many things that I am bad at. I try hard not to judge for we know no one is perfect. I can however say that although I have a great deal of patience, sometimes the patience tank runs dry. If you value me, I will always value you.
Here I will share some of my poetry, my opinions along with some of my stories. I hope you enjoy(ed) your visit to poetsareangels.com. If you read and liked what you saw, please hit the LIKE button. Always feel free to leave friendly comments. Please no vulgarity as my teenagers frequent this site. "Happiness is the pathway to a memorable existence." Felina
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