Poem -

My Giant

My Giant

 
My giant walks beside me
she’s my spirit that’s within

she gives me so much strength
when my patience does wear thin

my giant walks beside me
she keeps my mind honest and fair

sometimes she does remind me
to use my intellect and flair

my giant walks beside me
she tells me I have grace

and whispers of my beauty
when I’ve a smile upon my face

my giant is my best friend
my life to her I owe

because, this giant who walks beside me

Is actually my soul.

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sparrowsong

Hello Shirley...

I want to be a reporter today...

Perfect...

Please tell me...

How was your Journey?

When did it start?

What did you see?

What happened?

How long have you been with the Giant?

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Shirley Harrison

lol hello miss Sparrowsong, and yes you may ask, she has been with me almost 50 years, she has been by my side through thick and thin, ups and downs and merry go rounds. She is my most favourite thing in the world and she is the reason I can write my scribbles, some days she is heavy some days she is blue, some days she lifts me with laughter, she makes me feel new. 

You are such a great reporter. ❤️

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