Morning tea upon a palm tree is not an ostentatious scene. If I were a bird, I would be home, so leave me be to sip and preen.

Cupped hands are not scissile when they hold a precious piece. I am valued as a mom, a daughter, a sister, and a niece.

Even, if not especially, peccable persons need some upliftment. Cloudy days can feel bright when to self forgiveness is sent.

Hold me close, but leave me free to set situations as I please. Sithee soon for another stay–for you support my peace and ease. : )

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