Some perfect days
aren’t always spent by the sea
in lovely scenery.
Some are perfectly formed
and discovered unexpectedly
in the ordinary
moments in living.
A good report from the doctor,
a call from a loved one healing
from a long illness,
a raise in salary;
the jubilant child accepted to college.
Life’s little successes and
tremendous victories
create days that build a life,
become lifejackets we cling to;
anchors to steady us
when the storms come.
i like this...its nice and exciting to read...made me smile beilve it or not.
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I would like to translate this poem
good write...a woderful poem