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
Felina
or
So in its place
Perfect©
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By Felina Silver Robinson