Doesn't dawn's blank page give you a rush
as you consider its potential?!
Yesterday was a masterpiece because we had a birthday-girl in the house...
This day is like a poem, love
A page where we commit
Often without much thought at all
The touch and taste of it
This day is like a poem, love
Who knows how it will end?
Each moment like a drop of ink
To verses yet unpenned
This day is like a poem, love
Make it a work of art
For soon its lilt and rhyme is sealed
In volumes of the heart
This day is like a poem, love
Before its hours cease
Oh, let us do the best we can
To pen a masterpiece
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!