Today was never promised, but here we are

A miracle often overlooked by the mundane

The gift of breathing with numbered breaths

The luxury of repeating again and again the same.

How easily we forget the wonder of sunrises

When we believe we have a wealth of days to come

How beautiful the road we walk with others

When we spent a lifetime traveling alone.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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