. . . 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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