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

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