maybe

this is the
best kind of day
there is,
when your can’t tell
where the last hour ended
and where the next one
begins,
we have enough time to
draw us out of our shells
and when we see
that we are going to be
there for each other
laugh until we
begin to cry,
from there
we can see the happy morning
waiting next door

Unknown's avatar

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a comment