Just when I thought the day had nothing left to give

I realized it wasn’t the day

It was me

Worn from hours of responsibility

Of children, of work, of all that there is

Tired, with sore throat and aching limbs

I moved myself through what remained

Watching the clock

Aware that time was moving fast and slow

Too fast to do all that needed to be done

Too slow to take me to a night of rest

And I wondered how

To move through what was left when there was nothing left of me

And I chose

To plant in my mind and heart that

No matter how little remained of me

There was much around that was precious and good and beautiful

And it was enough

To carry me through.

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