Daily Walk
My daily walk of twenty minutes everyday
a trek that I never want to come to an end,
when skies are blue, cloudy or slate grey
with her disabilities it’s me she now depends,
for many years she cared for all my needs,
In her hands I found solace, a wonderful friend,
now it’s my turn to repay all those good deeds,
looking after her at the age of eighty is no bother
I like everyone else, have only one loving mother.
7/25/2018
Nine lines to let them know everything will be fine Poetry Contest.
Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2018
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