Sweetest Day Poem by Rhonda Baker

Sweet a gentle kiss as I awake
Sweet, breakfast I didn’t have to make
Sweet, the song on the radio that is yours and mine
Sweet, a walk in the woods when we finally have the time
Sweet, a cup of hot chocolate as we sit by the shore
Sweet, the warmth of a blanket. Who could ask for more?
Sweet, the look in your eyes as the sun starts to set
The sweetest day I’ve ever know, without one ounce of fret.
10/13/10