“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. / Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. / Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. / Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. / One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, / or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.”

 

Mary Jean Irion