She Is Always There.

Goldfinch60



She is always there,

Always there for me.

She is there on the good days,

And there on the hard days

She hugs me with love.

And when I am alone,

Alone in the house,

I feel lonely.

But never for long

As she comes back,

Because she makes our home,

Makes our home feel different,

Feel different just by being in it.

As I get older the more I realise,

Realise she is one of the best,

One of the best things,

Best things that ever happened,

Ever happened to me,

Ever happened me in my lifetime.

How did I get this lucky?

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: October 10th, 2026 00:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: It is very strange when I am in the house alone when Mary has popped out as I feel lonely. Mary says the same when I am out of the house.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 1


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