While days bring such uncertainty,
I wake to another day.
I step lightly yet with purpose.
I wake to another day.
Wavering on tasks bring lessons.
I wake to another day.
Interactions are hidden treasures.
I wake to another day.
I treasure loved ones lost and present.
I wake to another day.
I give thanks to her kind blessings.
I wake to another day.
Without her guidance, I would be lost.
I wake to another day.
With uncertainty comes purpose.
I wake to another day.
3/19/2011
I love this, Cathleen! I have a rubber stamp that says "When nothing is certain, anything is possible." Your last 2 lines made me remember that stamp... I keep saying that your remembrances of your mother make me want to write about my dad... I need to do that. For real.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Cathleen, for all your writing, for sharing these! You and these poems are GEMS!
hugs,
Nessa
Thank you! It's been so much easier to write and share these days :-)
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