My first step out of my bed
makes my mind run ahead;
Planning things that I need to do
Wishing I had already done some yesterday too
I hurry, I scramble, I get the children out of bed
I prod them, I scold them and threaten to leave them instead.
My mind is in a panic now
Thinking of all the things I need to get done.
I drop them off to school in a hurry
And press the accelerator and zoom
Stuck in traffic I cuss the world
The rain, the thunder which is adding to the fuel.
I take a deep breath and sigh
And look out of my window to see a smile.
A toothless grin so innocent and without guile
Jolts me back to the present moment without strife.
Bringing me memories of bygone years of my children.
A tear creeps up, a sorrow takes hold thinking of how I never enjoy
The small special moments that make my everyday.
The laughter of my children, the sound of chirping birds, the shapes of those clouds
That linger on the sky.
I vowed to myself to be more aware of those simple pleasures,
To be in the moment and not stress the little things.
For things that I did are not written on my grave
But whom I loved and leave behind will be those who say my name.