29 December 2012

. . . i will survive . . .

. . . today was the day 
i knew for sure 
i was going to live . . .
. . . the last three days 
it was touch and go . . .
{dramatic much?}
. . . and so i made 
a deal with myself . . .
. . . work an hour . . .
. . . rest an hour . . .
. . . i started with the piano room . . .
. . . i always dread 
putting away the nativities . . .
. . . so i got it over with first . . .



. . . next to go were the cards . . .
. . . i am always amazed 
at the darling souls 
who still send one to us . . .
. . . i can't even remember 
how many years it's been 
since we reciprocated . . .
. . . i always tell myself 
"maybe next year" . . .


. . . and maybe not . . .

. . . i'm just so grateful 
i had a little energy today . . .
. . . hoping the improvement 
will continue . . .
. . . i've got to play 
a rousing arrangement 
of "called to serve" 
at church tomorrow . . .
{#themiddlesectionhasfivesharpsyikes!}
. . . we're having 
a double missionary farewell 
in our ward . . .


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