Here’s today’s #wonderbreak. [Want to learn more or join in by sharing your own poems about joyful things using the #wonderbreak hashtag?]
I guess I might be kind of morbid, as I think about death quite frequently. But mostly the thought of death is a reminder to me of how wonderful life is, and that makes me happy. My mom and dad’s 64th anniversary would have been yesterday, if Mom had not passed away last summer. My parents were lucky to have so much time together–and yet it’s never really enough.
I don’t think this is morbid at all, just a gentle reminder to pay attention. Time is precious.
Joan Arbogast says
How true. Spot on.