Michael P. McParland
Morning Note 143 - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Good morning to you my sweet Angel dove
and God bless your precious heart,
I send you sweet kisses and warm hugs
so big and tight to start this day
right with a shining ray of loves light,
you are the greatest and sweetest my Kira
and I am so thankful for being
my amazing best friend, true love,
and Angel supreme.
You truly are my everything.
It is a day to just spend in bed
resting off and on the best that I can,
I literally can't manage
to catch my breath and feel winded non stop
and am just fatigued to the bone
and beyond it feels.
I wish you were here to snuggle up with
and get as cozy as possible
feeling your deep loving peace
as you held me and read me
your writings and stories.
That would be heaven my dear lady,
to rest and relax in your arms
while you shared your exquisite
and deeply gorgeous art.
Just the thought of that act
makes my heart glow with
true love, longing,
and hope my sweet dear.
I wish we could spend today
that very way having each other
and our very deserved peaceful contentment.
I will be with you my darling
holding your hand and you
so tightly as ever,
I'll always stand with you forever and ever
have not a worry fair lady.
I promise I will write to you
through the day as I can
because I'm here for you my sweet dear,
even here in days of complete
needed rest I'm thinking of you
and giving my best as I send you
all of my loving warmth.
Will you please hold me so tightly
in spirit as I rest through
this deep tiredness and pray
that whatever reason I am out of breath
constantly will soon pass?
I know you will darling
and I think you forever and now.
So have a great day my Kira
so truly beautiful
and see me the whole day
giving you loving looks and a smile
because am sending you millions
with endless sweet warming hugs and kisses.
Good morning sweet Kira and as
I spend this day resting
it is of you my best friend that I will be dreaming.
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