What to do with my day?

Possibilities are endless, the day is so young

What to do first but to sit in the sun?

A bird chips outside and my window’s ajar

Her song is so sweet and so not very far

Another voice joins her explosion so sweet

The punctuated sound of the two as they meet

Beginnings and endings

Pass by day to day

Inviting, revealing

The sun’s here to play!

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About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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6 Responses to What to do with my day?

  1. Gwen K says:

    Yipee, Sounds like spring is starting to think about coming. Does it make you think of your time in the sugarbush with your dad?

  2. Alan Baglien says:

    Do as much as you can!

  3. hopebringsstrength says:

    Here is to Longer Days and fresh NEW BEGINNINGS!

  4. What a great opportunity! To start your day with this question to ponder. 🙂

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