a poem

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.