Daily

The sight of her still makes me weak inside
Even though I see her everyday;
She walks right in and I am butterflied
And even more so that she comes to stay.
I love to see her sitting in a chair
Her forehead wrinkled up in concentration
Or watch her lie upon the couch and stare
Into the distance with deep fascination
For when she does I see in her bright face
The same intensity I've always seen
The brilliance no exhaustion can erase
The wisdom that is somehow evergreen.
Our hours together linger in my soul
And by her presence my heart is made whole.