when it's marked in months apart,
while service separates, perhaps,
or other complications;
or inside prison walls
where start of every day
reminds a man of his regrets.
From baby's birth to age of two
is something of a blur with daily
progress, tiny brain a hotbed
of activity. Two years ago
how could I know
all that was to come,
irreparable damage, losses, gains,
two steps forward, three
steps back, broken promises,
change of plans, but also
happiness so off the scale
it makes an ordinary day,
random number on the calendar--
that's all it takes to bring
a smile, when brings to mind
a special day, with hope
for others to be spent in
betters ways and places.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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