My Day

This morning I went shopping, my list in hand
I knew what sales I wanted, it was all planned
The family was gone from

Misled

give of yourself and obey
says he who wishes her
acceptance in the coming years
her ears are filled with the
promise

Soul full of memories not one to reminiscent with
Room full of people not one to be friends with
When many becomes the norm

A moment
A time for reflection
Precious
B etween appointments.
I look at my timetable
It reads
Solid
Not a single empty space.
I

Rhyming!

I see you like a little rhyme,
I do it almost all the time,
linking this word with another,
seeking subtle though