some mornings it’s tough to rise
somehow you find a way
some chores are unpleasant
(like cat liter)
somehow you muddle through
some days you feel beaten
overwhelmed with care and worry
somehow you keep on
you are more than you think
and I am so grateful
That is me the first three Stanzas without the last. Like it goes unappreciated all I go here.
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