I, for one, have no ugly days.
Everyday is beautiful day in many ways.
I look forward to getting my first breath,
I look forward to reading the paper Obituaries concerning my lack of death.
I look forward to see my reflection in my wife's eyes.
Somehow there's no surprise.
I look forward to the rain,
As drought is washed away again and again.
The tumultuous clouds whipping around us,
The change of seasons, the currents of air, stratus, nimbus, cumulus.
I look forward to tomorrows, I can't see them as ugly.
Because the days are facets of God to me.
11-7-09
Joe Rosochacki
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-brother-in-poetry-eyan-desir/
