Wonderful Everyday

These days are not often recalled or regaled over tea

Like background music, without prominence in memory

Until change jars awareness to what softly slips away

The Wonderful of ordinary, common everyday

These unsung heroes rise and set and we forget them soon

And never herald with applause the mundane afternoon

Until upon a couch we lie and sigh with fevered thought

For the Wonderful of every-days so readily forgot

The tune of a tea kettle is a five-star serenade

And chatter ‘round the dinner-table, music heaven-made

Duty, life’s well-worn hand-me-down, is a charge fit for kings

The beauty of a chore well done among life’s finest things

That thing we crave is set before us without fame or laud

The banner of a newborn day spills gold or gray, from God

And should we be so blessed as to forget its fine-spun fray

Then we are gifted with life’s best; Wonderful Everyday

© Janet Martin

In hushed tones Matt remarked the other day...'I can't imagine a home without a mom',

as clean laundry re-appeared and food returned to its rightful places,

and smiles to family-faces.

Not that life stopped...it clattered merrily by the puddle of blankets on the couch,

 with here and there The Question, 'are you feeling better yet?'

I'm SO glad-glad-glad to be off this couch, for the daytime hours at least...

by 5:00 I still crash:( but normal is slowly returning...