It's a joy to let go.
To stop being perfect, such agony.
More glory, in just being me.
To let it be OK, to not be top banana.
There's no Oscar win~ and then...
Simply end up looking old and worse..
Than Quasimodo's sister, Susanna!
Serenity has magic cosmetics of its own.
Peace in your heart, no need to be bold.
Loving others, more than yourself.
Give up trying to impress,comment more!
Quit looking for praise.
These contents of my lazy day.
June 28, 2020
8p.m. PST
In the pre-school, there are days
When children get to choose
A “special” person that, to them,
Has garnered great reviews.
That person has the honor
Of a very special pass
Which entitles him or her
To come and hang out in the class.
My grandson picked his mommy
As his very first selection.
His daddy was the winner
Next time in his son’s affection.
The time has come again
And it is me who was invited!
I’m sure it’s obvious I’m thrilled,
Delighted and excited.
It’s lovely to feel special
Like that so-called top banana,
But it’s even better coming from
The one who made me “Nana.”
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