You may be wondering why I sought you out.
Monday’s door was locked,
And Tuesday ran away.
Wednesday was too rainy,
Thursday too hot.
Friday wasn’t home,
And Saturday wouldn’t answer the door.
So Sunday, here I am —
Dressed in my best from head to toe,
Washed and pressed and ready to go.
I know you’ll take me in,
Though inside my heart is smudged and my head is muddy.
You always do.
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Anne Marie is a writer and entrepreneur. She lives with her husband and daughter in PA. You can find her at her online home, www.inspiration-kindled.com, or follow her on twitter @InspireEach_Day.