The tender sunshine in the morining <br />warms my face as my eyes imitate <br />those of a newborn-squinting, blinking <br />trying to make out what is before me. <br />My mouth yawns and I feel rested. <br />'Beautiful Day' are the words <br />that scroll through my mind. <br />The pain of yesterday <br />will get a raincheck. <br />I'm too busy embracing <br />this wonderful feeling. <br />No time for tears. All I can hear <br />is the wind whispering in my ears. <br />As I recall the dream <br />I encountered that night. <br />'It's almost a fantasy come to lyfe' <br />I remember thinking. <br />But now that I'm awake I know <br />nothing can be as wonderful <br />as the gift God has sent me... <br />Another Beautiful Day.<br /><br />Laura Strom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beautiful-day-4/
