Today

The poem, Leisure, by W.H. Davies was brought to my attention a little earlier today, just as I was on the run to see how my extremely pregnant daughter was getting on. There is no news on the expected arrival yet, but the poem does put life’s entire journey into a better perspective.

We are all so busy running and jumping through hoops that we don’t pause to look at or smell the roses right in front of us. While I was waiting on news of my daughter I was eating lunch with my grandson, the wonderful Archie, with his grandmother, Val, from his father’s side.

We sat outside in the little park café. The sun was ablaze, the air was succulent with the juice of Summer, young mums were cajoling their ankle biting kids to eat, keep clean, avoid table tops with their heads, stop peeing on the lawn, sit up straight, speak clearly, wipe their noses, eyes, chins, mouths, in fact anything that came into contact with anything else.

Grandparents smiled indulgently as their kids dealt with the grandkids, and all was as it should be. If only every day was like that part of today!