We were saying prayers,
when I remembered
that my poem for you
had not been tendered.
Today would have been
the year’s first skipped day,
But lucky for you
my soul said, “No way!”
It prompted my mind
to recall my task:
shower you with love
in which you can bask.
Well, since it is done,
I’ll now go to sleep.
Knowing my promise
is still there to keep.
