sometimes the day i envision as i lay in bed in the morning,
just does not happen. . .
the movie i planned to watch in the afternoon, or maybe the nap i thought about
is replaced with going on errands with him,
walking the dog and cleaning out the fridge
but here i sit tonight, full of goodness, thinking about lasting conversations
growth and days spent unplugged and busy
the table is adored with a beautiful bouquet of lilacs,
snipped from the vacant house down by the pond
on our walk, they fill the house with their aroma
and bring up memories of my mom
and i can't help but think, what a perfect day. . .