The Perfect Day
It was a balmy day in March
Twinkle lights were in the gnarled oak
Faeries probably, the cats figured it out first
Morey and Moriah, brother and sister
There was a heavenly look about the horizon
She gleamed in lavenders and pale blues
I thought I saw a few stars, odd for this time of day
It is magic, the grass whispered, everything felt mystical.
I had brought a book, but nothing felt as good as gazing.
Morey, Moriah and I stared at the beauty of the day.
I had a cell phone, but did not take a photo.
They are always a disappointment compared to the real deal.
It was the perfect day
A day I could remember until the end of my life
I hoped that I would.
For I felt cherished and loved.
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