This Is What the Day Is For
This is what the day is for
Bathing in the sun’s glow
Its warm fingers dancing, hugging
Hearing familial sounds
Now whispered heart-to-heart
Later echoing room-to-room
Breathing in and out
Breakfast’s fragrant aromas
The counter’s stools emptying
Like the ocean’s waves
Who emerge then converge
Meeting again on the beach
Like nature’s cocoon
Each day
Is held tightly
Waiting to be unwrapped
Like sweet and sticky candy
In a small child’s clenched fist
It begs to be opened and savored
Untie the gift’s bow
Let the ribbons fall where they may
This is what the night is for
Drifting outward and downward
Pillowed by the wave’s emotion
Feeling the day’s sweet residue
Like a roll of lifesavers
Spinning red, orange and yellow
Prayers of thanksgiving
Always giving thanks
Happy Birthday, Maureen
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Kdkroll
Copyright © Kathleen Kroll | Year Posted 2016
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