The Makings of My Day
It's not just the sun kissing my cheek and brightening my eyes
It's not just the chime that tells me someone is thinking about me
It's not just the wind flying beneath me as I ride down the hill on my bike
It's not just the music that fills my heart and mind
It,s not just the sudden urge to bust a move
It's the grace and mercy of God
This poem is about:
Me