I remember the days
we’d stay on the phone all night
We’d fall asleep on the call,
just so we could wake up together the next day.
I used to think
“It can’t get better than this”
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I lie here,
held in your arms
the safest place I could ever be
The colder the night
The closer you hold me
I think to myself:
It really can’t get better than this
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9 months of waiting
We held our son for the first time
Really, It can’t get better than this…
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Sitting on the porch
drinking coffee
as we watch our boy play...
It doesn’t get better than this.
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Maybe when we’re old
and grey,
I’ll think it for the last time...
but for now,
It doesn’t get better than this…
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It Doesn't Get Better Than This
Hello, Kristen,
This is a wonderful poem conveying the gratitude of living in the present and being mindful of all good things. Having lived through several of these stages of life, I would agree - it doesn't get better than this.
Thank you!
L
Thank you...
very much, Lavender. I appreciate your kind words. :)
Thank you...
very much, Lavender. I appreciate your kind words. :)