Regular Days   1 comment

By Beverlyanna

Regular days are like the air we breathe
or the Sun that rises every single morning
We just don’t seem to notice… that is, till they’re gone…
We hustle and bustle with our plans for the day
Taking for granted… that air and that sun… that mundane routine
Until that one day when time seems to stop
And everything changes
Suddenly the struggle for that regular day becomes a daily battle
Air is heavy and the sunlight hides behind heavy, dark cloud

Regular days are precious
They fashion one’s life with
A golden thread of gentle moments and normal routines woven together
They create the tapestry of life
Once broken, the thread takes time to mend
It is a difficult task to reconnect the severed threads together again.

I long for those regular days now vanished… forever
Those early morning yawns with my husband , sharing breakfast, making plans for the day
My tapestry is still mending… unfinished
Still a work in progress. ♥

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Posted July 4, 2014 by beverlyanna in Uncategorized

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  1. Beautiful, as usual.

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