171: Storage
There are some days that are
“remember me” days-
days that beg to be saved in the
maze of our memory.
Days like yesterday
where you took my hand
and stood beside me in a crowd
and sang along to most every word.
Days like today
where the tree is lit
and there is a loaf of bread in the oven
and the dog wags her tail
every time we look her way.
As a matter of fact,
if we’re doing this correctly-
if we’re paying attention
and loving well
and saying thank you
as often as we can,
then I imagine most days
will hold enough beauty
to be worth remembering.
What a lovely storage problem.
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