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?
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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
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