Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.
Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart.
Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so.
One day I shall dig my nails into the earth,
or bury my face in the pillow,
or stretch myself taut,
or raise my hands to the sky and want,
more than all the world, your return.
Mary Jean Iron
I wish for a normal day but there’s no normal anymore- and there’s never a new one either just a changing baseline of where we can find joy – thank you for putting this gorgeous poem in my heart to listen to – much love, my aram cara.
Oh my love it is hard to read your pain in these words but I guess we have to recognize the beauty of the ordinary even if it is just in little moments when we can x