How I wish I could wake up every day. |
I feel good today I’ve come to accept this feeling as rare Most days I wake to the smell of burnt coffee The splatter of morning rain hitting hopeful windows Prickling on my cheeks Sick cold in my body Stubborn limbs Drudgery and despair Today The air is aromatic, rich and inviting Tendrils of sun fingering through the blinds A smile dawns Remembering the mornings of warmth and lilacs Feeling as though I’d accomplished everything Just by rising So filled with delicious suspense of what the day could bring Like today Cats purr in unison Naked trees seem robed in beauty Easy to imagine the euphoric scent of summer grass trimming Squelch all pondering of shortcomings Time to think of what enhances this high I am necessary Not like yesterday and tomorrow I’ve made people smile I’ve evoked laughter I’ve caught an eye or two My hand has been held tightly I’ve been the focus Found lucky pennies Been strong when no one else was Received bashful compliments I’ve been sought after, wondered about A poem or two, written with my image in the ink I’ve made men nervous Small children have leaped into my arms with glee Hot sweet tea has been brought to my bedside table I’ve made clothes come alive Had good hair days I can carry a tune I know things I’ve been right And I’ve given good advice I can still remember being a child I remember wonderment Still move when music plays Sway without trepidation I have taken chances, though quiet and small It means something to me And that matters |