I await each day with bated breath,
The quench of thirst due to water fresh,
The tingling of nose due to breakfast smells,
The “vroom, vroom” sounds as my car takes off.
Most of all, I love the “curtsies” that greet my mind.
No, they do not come in human form, of dainty ladies or sweet little gals.
To be honest, these curtsies are only imagined.
What greet the eyes are wondrous mysteries, priceless gifts,
Each day, a different one.
With trembling hands and hungry eyes, I peel each gift with gingerly care.
I polish each day’s experiences with sandpaper precision,
And practice my craft and refine my life.
So I can await another day with bated breath!
~ Sharon Sim-Krause