New Day
Every day is new
every day is a lifetime.
There is no tomorrow.
Tomorrow doesn’t exist.
Each morning with you
is a new birth.
I awake to a crying baby
learning to live
and to love.
I will never have another morning like this
with you.
As the day progresses,
each waft of wind
and each ray of sunshine
brightens anew
and warms like never before.
I know the day is all I have
and I know that
all I have is you.
How can I savor each moment
without remembering that the moments will end?
How can I love you
each day
without remembering that I may not be here
to love you tomorrow?
As day moves into night
and my body complains,
as the pain
of aging another day,
reminds me of my frailty,
I remember that I may not get another night
with you.
I go to sleep with the joy of the completed day
waiting to be surprised
if I get another new day
and another rebirth
of loving you.