Michael P. McParland
Good Saturday Morning 2 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Good morning sweet love and I hope
you are having a bright morning smiling.
I'm sending you kisses to help make it brighter
and fill you with love so you can
find reason to be happy and have sweet wholesome laughter.
I want you to be happy and fun on this day,
I want you to be happy and whole everyday
and I hope so soon I can share that with you.
A few hours light rest here my sweet love
but I woke with a headache and still feel exhausted.
I will march on though my darling
so I can be here for you and watch
Ohio State play this afternoon.
Both things are important but if you called
just to talk or needed me in some way
I'd drop the game right away to be with you
in any way no matter what it would be.
You are the most important person and thing in my life
there will ever be.
I hope that a bit of food and a small little rest
will be the answer I need to cure this headache.
Soup is my go to and I hope it will
adequately fill me to chase away this low protein
attack that is getting my head.
Say a prayer for me dear that it will
be the answer and cure that I need
so I can be up doing all the things I want and need.
I will be holding you tightly and sending my prayers,
asking God for the miracles and help we need,
I ask him to help you know I'm holding your hand
and always right by your side.
To help lift your heart and make sure you know you're not alone
and that I'll never give up on my sweet Angel dove
because you are everything I want and need,
you are the Angel in this life and my brightest dreams.
You are a truly wonderful sacred Queen to me.
So close your sweet eyes and feel the sun
shine so very brightly as it gives
you my endless warmth of deep loving passion.
Feel my loving looks and accepting smile,
just remember and feel that to my very core
I truly love you and I always will.
You are amazing and the one I adore.
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