Merely Another Day
Merely another day.
A lifetime is made of these —
Thin paper stacked in a pile,
Bound and closed at the end.
What lessons will be taught
and learned between the
leather? Will people open
the clasp to remember
how once upon a time…
A child grown woman
dreamt that she was
a bird and flew.
Built the wings from her
spirit. Forced the air to
lift her soul.
And lived.
So that each day was precious enough
to be passed on to those
who would read the pages.