Monday is breathless and feeling tired

Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.  

Robert Frost

I thought of writing a will 

But what do I own that anyone would want

My doggo heard me laughing by myself 

And came in to keep me company

James Lee Jobe

Poetry is an echo,

asking a shadow to dance.

Carl Sandburg

Gift, a poem by Hilda Conkling - 1909-1986