Ode to Wenda

If I could keep one yesterday,

while all the others slipped away,

no thought, no prayer would be required—

one day alone my life inspired.

You know the one—

the moment when

my eyes first found the light in yours,

your smile, the magic in your gaze,

the wonder of your spirit free, alive with grace and mystery.

So, while I value every day

and walk this journey hard and long—

yes, I stumble, yes, I fall— but rise again when I recall

the best day of them all.

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