He really does…

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He gives me his time
as he’s always there
showing me he sees me
when others aren’t aware

He holds my heart
so gently and secure
making it his duty
to love and reassure

He knows when I’m down
cheering me right up
and even when he’s low
he’s still filling my cup

He’s a caring old soul
often pretending to be gruff
making me laugh
through the craziest of stuff

He’s the only person
who’s ever understood
all the weird parts of me
no one else ever could

He senses my presence
even when I’m not there
and nobody else
will ever compare

I love you… xoxo

~M

© 2026 Michelle Cook

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Nature

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You laugh in my face,
sitting right there in front of me.

Blazing with brilliancy,
smirking with golden complexity.

With an ego full of universal wonder,
you know I can’t describe you.

I’m powerless in the midst of your grandeur,
even though I often think I’m your equal.

You smile kindly regarding my naivety,
as your heartbeat shifts my view.

The world cries in anguish,
as you remind me of who you really are.


© 2026 Michelle Cook

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Never apologize for being you

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To apologize would say
I’m sorry for being me
and I will never be sorry
for who I am.

I could say I’m sorry
I didn’t live up to your expectations
but that would be telling a lie.

No, I’m quite happy with how I was
and I’m happy with how I’ve become.

I’m happy for every single thing
that I’ve done in my life.

I wouldn’t change a thing
because that would be erasing
who I am.

But there’s one thing
I am sorry about,
the fact that you couldn’t see
all the good inside of me.

© 2026 Michelle Cook

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Danny

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I’ve noticed it’s the quiet that hits the hardest
The vacancy of your notifications on a busy day
The little interruptions I became quite accustomed to
And I miss those ever-loving interludes with you
The way you’d plead and beg for more time
I never quite understood how little time we had left
If only I’d known, I would’ve never said goodbye

© 2026 Michelle Cook

Danny 💔 – November 20th, 1969 – May 11th, 2026. Neither Brian nor I will ever forget you… xoxo


Stale bread

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There’s a trick to mending
stale bread
But not for the kind
that’s in your head

It takes more than moisture
to fix your noggin
Gotta get it out quick
might help to go bloggin

One dried out piece
can cause much strife
Might need to dig it out
with a wedge or a knife

The skull might crack
but the mind won’t fail
Tied to the heart
though it’s not as frail

Once the ration is plucked
you’ll feel much better
Traipsing through life
now unfettered

But a boy who clings
to stale bread
Well in his mind
he’s already dead

© 2026 Michelle Cook

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