There was no way to know
what would happen in the day
but I knew that whatever it was
I would pick up that one thread;
weave it into morning,
then afternoon
until time for bed.
That one thread begins with
rubbing my eyes and stretching.
All the to do things, in their patient way,
wait quietly for me to engage brain with body.
On this day, no need to rush, except
to put the kettle on for tea.
The evening will end as quietly,
the tea things put away,
groceries set in cupboard and fridge,
the last piece of chocolate cake eaten,
and my thoughts gathered in this poem.
“Don’t let the good days get to your head,
and don’t let the bad days get to your heart.”
~ Caroline Ghosn, businesswoman
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