Every Day

Every day I make my bed And, with my texts and emails read, I take my walk, which terminates At home, where breakfast time awaits. Every day I read The Times And, once I’ve passed the news and crimes, I do the crossword, then prepare To face what comes, no matter where. Every day, as music plays, I clean or at a screen I gaze. By phone or Zoom I chat with friends Or relatives – it all depends. Every day I watch a show Or maybe two, you never know, And have a meal my husband’s made, His culinary skills displayed. There are some days with added fun Or obligations to be done, But every day, away or home, I always get to write a poem.