A Life Of Days

by Mewsette

On a sunny Sunday, I considered what I've got. A loving home, the softest beds, I really have a lot. I get the best of food and care, I'm pampered as can be, They made this sunny Sunday just for me. On a rainy Monday, when it's dripping dismal grey, I crawl into my meowmie's lap and stay for half the day. If ever I need comforting, her arms are what I see. They gave a meowmie full of love to me. On a Tuesday, when I slept right through the afternoon, I'm greeted by an evening sky, a big and bright full moon. As if I had the slightest doubt of my tranquility, They hung that full moon up there just for me. On a Wednesday in the middle of an April week, I realize how every day is special and unique. And isn't it a wonder how they follow merrily, Always bringing something good for me. On a Thursday morning somehow lacking in delight, I wake and reminisce about my dreams throught the night. I've had a long and happy life, my dream's the memory. The morning smiles contentment just for me. On a shady Friday, when the breeze blows in the door, I lift my face in welcome, cause that's what the breeze is for. And I reflect upon my life, so long and fine and free, It blew a lot of happiness to me. When Saturday arrives again, another week is done, And I've appreciated all the days, yes, every one. My home, my mom, my loved ones, are as precious as can be; They made a perfect life, and just for me.