A poem for today…
To Long Days
To long days sitting, dreaming and breathing
too short are the minutes of quiet emptiness.
To memory always simpler than hearing and seeing
the silent movies play continuously on.
Today is hopefully scripted…coming soon
while ice cubes melt in lemonade
dogs chase after balls
water splashes cold from the pool.
Tomorrow drags its heels waiting and wondering
Pleading for comedy, romance, and joy
A happy ending with smiling tears and kleenex
To long days all the more.
By Livvy Ospry