A Good Day
That bright day bursting with promise,
That bright morning beautified by golden sunrays,
When my heart is light,
When I walk with my head held high,
To me, that’s a good day.
That day when my mama would be proud of me,
Bursting with pride for I did something good,
That I made a poor child smile,
Or just scored well in a test,
To me, that’s a good day.
When my angel is full of talk,
Sharing with me the details of her day,
But all I hear is the melody in her voice,
The mesmerizing sound of her joyous laughter,
To me, that’s a good day.
When my daughter’s smile is bigger than usual,
Her eyes glittering with joy,
Her alluring smile illuminating the room,
Bathing her in hypnotizing beauty,
To me, that’s a good day.
When my son bursts into the room,
When he leaps ecstatically,
Yelling that he finally did it,
That he finally conquered his worst fear,
To me, that’s a good day.
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