Author: maiamom

Tomorrow is another day.

Perhaps the best that’s been!

Tomorrow we will lift our eyes.

Arise. And try again.

We fin’lly had some rain last week .

It was a precious gift.

As soaking rain tounched on the earth,

we felt our parched hearts lift.

I’ve been sending word to Heaven

how some rain would suit my needs.

And Heaven has responded.

I’ve a bumper crop of weeds.

Today’s a day for feeling blessed.

Today’s a day to know

that you were meant for happiness…

to blossom….and to grow.

The Uvalde children haunt me.

Summer wind blows past each grave.

Each gentle gust reminds us

of the lives we did not save.

I will lift my eyes.

I will raise my voice.

I will tell the world

I’ve made my choice

for Liberty.

Democracy.

For the right of

all men to be free.

America.  2025.

May blessings spread to all today

 like warmth of summer sun.

And may we also give our thanks

for each and ev’ry one.

War’s a horror.

We all know.

It’s not the way

Mankind should go.

Life is Hell

when we’re at war.

Let’s just not do it anymore.

I’ve spent the day with butterflies.

It’s quiet in my garden.

It seems a soft and gentle space.

No lines to stiff and harden.

I’ve spent the day in solitude.

Yet, I’ve had company.

The friendly chatter of the birds.

 The butterflies.

 And me.

Let us spend the day together.

We can talk about the weather.

We can chat ‘bout prices rising…

if we’re good at exercising!

We’ll compare our failing health

and fret about our dwindling wealth.

We’ll fuss about the world condition—

Guess the world’s gone to Perdition!

We can wonder how life ends.

And look back on our years as friends.

There’s nothing I would rather do

than spend this pleasant day with you.

Today may beauty fill your eyes.

May joy lift up your heart.

And may a touch of sweet success

brush ev’rything you start.