The end of a day is sometimes
a relief sometimes a celebration
of a job well done sometimes an anxious step
towards something just on the horizon
sometimes the day is so good you don’t want
to ever let it go
Sometimes you live the same day
over and over but each of these days of ours becomes a collection
our gift to ourselves
and to those we touch from the inside out
and within any given moment within the day
we have the choice
To live in it fully no matter how the moment feels
meek overwhelming unfair astounding quiet simple deep wise or insignificant
it is ours to live
to the best of our ability stretching
fighting hoping giving
laughing calling loving
Embracing acknowledging seeing
truthfully speaking breathing into and out of intentionally
because why
why waste something
you can’t get back
again tomorrow
The Shady Tree 
Beautiful prose. Why waste something you can’t get back again tomorrow. Why, indeed?
Thank you for enjoying the poem, Emilio. Exactly, why indeed!
Beautiful poem, Carrie. We should all remember to live each day fully. 🙂 The sunset picture is gorgeous, as well.
Thanks so much, Louise. I really appreciate your comment. At some moments in our lives this sentiment has a spotlight on it. This is one such time for me as my dad is in the middle of battling pancreatic cancer. Each day feels big and I am grateful to notice moments that I otherwise have allowed to fade into the day to day. Take care.
It’s such times that make you realise how much of life you’re missing.
I hope your dad manages to pull through. Hugs. xx
exactly! and thank you so much.
Carrie, this is so, so wonderful. All of it, but that last stanza …
Embracing acknowledging seeing
truthfully speaking breathing into and out of intentionally.
I need to remember this to not waste what we can’t get back tomorrow
Your comment gives me goosebumps, Laurie. Thank you. I feel these words so deeply right now. Present moment living, a gift to ourselves and to those we love most! Thank you so much.