The Gift Poem by Aimee Nell
The Gift
Early this morning
You opened my door
And you came into my room.
And halfway between sleep and waking,
You kissed my cheek.
Awake enough to feel
The rough brush of your whiskers against my skin.
Asleep enough to not stir at your touch.
And I feel loved by you.
And that was the best gift I could get.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwww great poem! one of my favorites! -curly
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4/14/2024 7:41:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Once again, very good. You have captured the emotion. Beautiful poem.