Appreciation of the Small
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Appreciation of the Small
Drinking yesterday’s coffee,
not throwing it out.
Looking around at the four walls.
They are still there…and I am still here.
Time has lost all meaning.
I had to look at a real calendar.
I have begun to mark off the days,
with giant X’s.
They seem somehow comforting,
angry and alienating at times too.
I am holding up.
My family is well.
No one is sick so far.
But we have all been changed.
Not in a small way.
Dramatically.
How many socks does any one person need?
How many shoes, at one time?
How many pens in the drawer?
Paper unwritten upon,
but yet holding the promise of something,
Yet to come…
Take from this,
all of this…
Learn something you did not know before.
Do life differently when next you are…
given the chance to;
say hi to a friend,
hug a loved one,
walk a dog without care.
Plant flowers in the sun,
ride your motorcycle for fun…
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2020
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