Some days are better than others.
\nIn the crowd of time
\nwhich hour was the brightest?
\nHow do you judge one stone
\nover another?
\nBoth are a thousand millenniums old.
\nSurely at that age
\nthere was an epiphany of change.
\nOne was sculptured by a glacier,
\nthe other held in the hand
\nof a child.
\nWhat stone was not softened
\nby that?<\/p>\n
So living can be a holiday
\nor a dead nightingale.
\nSo I can be frightened at breakfast
\nor dinner,
\nbut what of the puppy
\nwho lives just for me?
\nThe child who wants to tell me
\ntheir adventures,
\nor have me read a story.<\/p>\n
I remember my mother\u2019s stories.
\nFor a moment then,
\nor for a whole day,
\nI am smiling.
\nI want an extra apple
\nfor someone else.
\nI want magic to come from the corner
\nand play.<\/p>\n
Who taught us how to play
\nwith a ball?
\nWhy do we love kites?
\nTo enter each other
\nwith let\u2019s pretend.
\nWhy kissing feels better
\nthan frowning.
\nWhat makes a flower blossom?
\nThe seed,
\nor the angel?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Some days are better than others. In the crowd of time which hour was the brightest? How do you judge one stone over another? Both…<\/p>\n