isn't every day...

by Maria Francesca

why do we
live in places we don't like
and go to happier places
but once or twice a year?

why do we
make a conscious effort to be joyful
for just a few weeks a year
when we're told to?

why do we
celebrate romantic love
just one day a year?

why is there
such a thing
as our Sunday best?

why do we
show our appreciation for our loved ones
only on their birthdays?

why do we
save some things
for special occasions?

every day we breathe
every day the sun shines
every day the rain falls
every day we love each other

isn't every day
special enough?


Posted on 05/22/2010
Copyright © 2020 Maria Francesca

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 05/22/10 at 02:53 PM

Good write Maria and yes every day is as good as any other. We tend to just not take the time to notice. Kind of sad isn't it.

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/22/10 at 06:49 PM

Great write- wonderful attitude. You said it very well. Each day is a present.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/22/10 at 07:00 PM

...maria, call me, i know all those answers...NOT, but the sentiment had me adrift, looking [again] for the love you proffer and the unanswered questions you pose...i'd say this is a lovely piece, including the impossible questions...your premise, i adore.

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