Wednesday, April 25, 2007


His name is Precious.

His mother was presented

with a sunny spring day

on the morning of his birth,

so she said he was precious,

and he’s been so ever since.

The sunshine sits on his shoulders

as if he’s a prince,

and raindrops race

to be the first to feel his skin.

A day becomes a dance

when he’s around,

and coffee feels its way

softly down your throat

if he’s beside you.

If you’re sad,

Precious can present you

with something simple

worth smiling about.

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