The Days of Your Life

One day it's at the lake, sitting below a tree, reading a good book, alerted by the sounds of children laughing, splashing.

One day it's running from your car to the house in the pouring rain without an umbrella or a hood, the sky's tears soaking through your white linen shirt.

One day it's meeting up with old friends, new friends, good friends, for dinner and sharing stories of the past over warm plates.

One day it's fighting over money, kids, the future, screams so loud the house nearly falls and tears leak over heated cheeks.

One day it's curled by the fire, a movie on and hot chocolate steaming on the coffee table near feet wrapped in fuzzy socks.

One day it's hunched over textbooks, eyes sore from lack of sleep, coffee vibrating in your veins.

One day it's on the field, kicking, swinging, throwing, succeeding or failing, rising and falling, bruises and blood.

One day it's watching the ground sink below you as your plane takes flight and ascends into a world of clouds, the toy town shrinking below.

One day it's in bed, freezing cold but sweating from nearly every pore on your body, pills sitting an arms length away.

One day it's rushing to the hospital, contractions only minutes apart, hands squeezed, breathing rapid, babies born.

One day it's dressed in black, the air hanging heavy and low, voices hushed, surrounded by floral arrangements, and picture boards, and tears.

One day it's a first kiss, hands that graze over skin, heat that rises into the night sky.

One day it's a final goodbye, no kisses this time, a broken heart.

One day it's getting a job, one day it's losing that job.

One day it's holding your child, one day it's scolding that child.

One day it's laughing, one day it's crying.

These are the days of your life.

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