Almost

by

Janet Allen

From Frederick, OK

When I see the sun rise, blazing in the sky,

I almost allow myself thankfulness for a new day

When a song is playing a new melody,

I almost allow myself to dance

When the rain gently comes, cleansing the earth,

I almost allow myself to be refreshed

When I hear the laughter of a small child, pure and sweet,

I almost allow myself to smile

When the fire cracks and pops, bringing warmth,

I almost allow myself comfort

When he wraps his arms around, offering escape,

I almost allow myself to love

When the leaves are falling, red, amber, bronze,

I almost allow myself to see the beauty

When the pink sky spills into orange as the sun sets on another day,

I almost allow myself to let go of the pain of losing you

and allow only the joy of remembering; almost