Prose describing one woman's everyday "To Do" list |
My List of Hearts I sit at the window every morning at dawn pondering errands and chores that seem long When should I do them and how will each fit It’s time to create that most perfect of lists A list of bright colors with hearts not just cute, It’s all that I know and all I can do In front of me lies all that I need: An empty white page, free of stain or ill crease My favorite pen (extra fine) and six highlighters bright Some white out as well, here to hide what’s not done, When time runs away, when it doesn’t sit by Worse still, when I, too tired, stumble and fall far behind. What must I do? What can’t be put off? And at the end of the day, will it still be the same? Or will I have squandered my few hours here Only to find the merit not there If I can do it all fast and check through it in blue I’ll still have the time for the lavender hue I’ll watch the doe and the fawn wander out on the lawn, Look into the eyes of that four footed friend, Tell them I think they are everything good I’ll run just for fun, not for what doesn’t last When I play my guitar I’ll hold nothing back I’ll take that sweet little boy for a walk and a dance. Every “i” has a heart, filled completely in pink to mark each piece of my life I will meet to feel that each second is as solid as stone that cannot be lost though I’d like to have more It is what it is and it’s all I will have It must be enough, it must be made clear. That heart reminds me how much I love life And that what I have now will pass in a flash Tommorrow’s not here ‘til today comes and goes, All our plans up in smoke with a sudden harsh blow Live now and not then, not looking ahead It’s the only way that works for me in the end After it’s done I’ll sit here again I’ll see each line checked and colored so fine, A page of such beauty is My List of Hearts, It’s a day I lived well with nothing left to be felt Then if I’m lucky I’ll turn this old page And start my life over the very next day. |