Thursday, September 20, 2007

A poem....

Every Day

By Naomi Shihab Nye


My hundred-year-old neighbor told me:
every day is a good day if you have it.
I had to think about that for a minute.
She said, Every day is a present
someone left at your birthday place at the table.
Trust me! It may not feel like that
but it's true. When you're my age
you'll know. Twelve is a treasure.
And it's up to you
to unwrap the package gently,
lift out gleaming hours
wrapped in tissue,
don't miss the bottom of the box.



Just tryin to not miss the bottom....

1 comment:

amy said...

Could you e-mail me your addy again? I seem to have deleted the email somehow. Sorry! I am getting your package in the mail this afternoon. :) And I did peek at your blog so good thing you didn't post photos. :)