Do you ever wake up early
And forget what day it is?
Trying to shake dream dust
Out of my mind and eyes,
I think it is Saturday.
Then, as I stumble to
The restroom,
I suddenly know
It’s Thursday instead.
As I make my coffee,
My little dog happily,
Sleepily goes outside.
I don’t think he ever
Cares what day it is.
To him,
Every day is…
A good one.
Perhaps I should
Follow his philosophy,
Erase confusion,
And only know
Or care that,
Every day,
With God by my side,
Is a good one.
Elaine W. Lane, 1/9/14
Sunshine Lane 