Just For Me
The sheets are washed,
the beds are made,
dust bunnies are rounded up.
The floors are scrubbed,
windows sparkle.
All washed, are the plates and cups.
Now is the time,
that I can sigh
and take some time for myself.
Sit on the porch
and watch the sun,
sink below the mountain shelf.
And with a blaze,
it comes alive,
bringing twilight to my day.
I sit in awe,
of the glory.
There are no words I can say.
That can describe,
how I feel,
when humbled by such beauty.
I want to cry,
and send out thanks,
He displays it here, for me.
Paula Swanson
For the contest "In 24 Hours"
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Placement: 3rd
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
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