My Favorite Days
by Lisa Cohee
My favorite days begin as suchwith a bit of sunshine and lives to touch My favorite days consist of thisa sweet elderly lady who asks for a kiss A woman who has been through so much painwho simply needs me to fetch her cane An elderly man, so quiet and lonelyasking “Won’t you come sit and talk to me?” A woman who speaks only once in a whilebut with a glance she’ll say plenty to make me smile A woman who seeks such independenceshe says “I’ll do it myself”but when I stop byshe calls me her “Angel”and I could just cry A man down the hall, with a grin on his facehe pokes fun and laughs muchwhen my presence I do grace A woman who has suffered a strokebut her spirit and spunk has never been brokeasks how my day is and more often than notwill offer a hug or a sweet little poke The many men and women who live where I workall of them special, with or without quirksthey make me smile in one way or anotherthey keep me going and make me strongersome are gone now and some will stayI love them all and often I praythat I can find time in my busy dayto help them allin even the smallest way...this is all part of My Favorite Days
by Lisa Cohee
My favorite days begin as suchwith a bit of sunshine and lives to touch My favorite days consist of thisa sweet elderly lady who asks for a kiss A woman who has been through so much painwho simply needs me to fetch her cane An elderly man, so quiet and lonelyasking “Won’t you come sit and talk to me?” A woman who speaks only once in a whilebut with a glance she’ll say plenty to make me smile A woman who seeks such independenceshe says “I’ll do it myself”but when I stop byshe calls me her “Angel”and I could just cry A man down the hall, with a grin on his facehe pokes fun and laughs muchwhen my presence I do grace A woman who has suffered a strokebut her spirit and spunk has never been brokeasks how my day is and more often than notwill offer a hug or a sweet little poke The many men and women who live where I workall of them special, with or without quirksthey make me smile in one way or anotherthey keep me going and make me strongersome are gone now and some will stayI love them all and often I praythat I can find time in my busy dayto help them allin even the smallest way...this is all part of My Favorite Days
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