Ordinary Miracles
I didn’t wake up dead this morning,
my backs no worse than yesterday.
A few customary moans and groans
as I reach the breakfast table.
My spouse is as cheerful as ever,
she hops around like a song sparrow
while I glower silently.
After a cup of dark Columbian
I have to admit that the day
might turn out okay.
Ordinary miracles are on their job,
and I am thusly blessed to be
Gods special little guy.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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