Thursday, March 31, 2011

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.

Let me learn from you, love you and bless you before you depart.

Let me not pass you by in the quest for some rare and perfect tomorrow.
Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so.

One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.

and, no, the last picture isn't posted upside down. It was the view directly overhead while lying in bed in chicago!


Alan Headbloom said...

Do you have an attribution for this poem?

Donna said...

A friend sent it to me but I found it on line as being written by Mary Jean Iron; not sure who she is but she certainly seems to be wise!