Thursday, October 1, 2020

Today's Cup

Last Saturday my Aunt Diane stopped by to bring me something I had left at our family get-together on Labor Day. 

We sat on my back porch, a light cool breeze keeping us company. We talked about playing cards on our fall break, picking back up from our weekly summer card nights. 

That night I sent a group text with a countdown of the days - 25 to be exact.

That was the last time I talked to her. She had a heart attack the next afternoon and passed away Wednesday morning, the same day I found this poem. It speaks to my heart and is a gentle reminder of how easy it is to lose those we love. I don't write this post for sympathy. I write this to remind you how each day is a gift.


Each one is a gift, no doubt, 
mysteriously placed in your waking hand 
or set upon your forehead 
moments before you open your eyes. 

Today begins cold and bright, 
the ground heavy with snow 
and the thick masonry of ice, 
the sun glinting off the turrets of clouds. 

Through the calm eye of the window 
everything is in its place 
but so precariously 
this day might be resting somehow 

on the one before it, 
all the days of the past stacked high 
like the impossible tower of dishes 
entertainers used to build on stage. 

No wonder you find yourself 
perched on the top of a tall ladder 
hoping to add one more. 
Just another Wednesday 

you whisper, 
then holding your breath, 
place this cup on yesterday’s saucer 
without the slightest clink.

May you take a moment 
to whisper,
to hold your breath,
and place today's cup 
on yesterday's saucer.

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  1. I am so very sorry for your loss. What a wonderful poem to honor a well-loved life.

  2. Leigh Anne,
    I am sorry for this unexpected loss. Thank you for trusting us with your raw feelings. The poem is beautiful and reminds me how much words can offer solace. Praying for you and your family.

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  4. So very sorry for your loss, Leigh Anne. You remind us how writing can help us reflect and grieve. May writing also help you begin to heal when you are ready. Thank you for sharing this poem.

  5. Hugs to you, Leigh Anne. Thank-you for sharing these words. They speak to me too.

  6. Oh, Leigh Anne.
    I feel thankful that you forgot something at the family get-together.

  7. Leigh Anne, so sorry for your loss. The words in this poem are so appropriate for each of us. We never know what twists and turns life will hand us, we just need to believe and trust in our God. Hugs

  8. Leigh Anne, This blog post sat in my in box for a few days. I'm so sorry for your loss. My son-in-law lost his 20 year old cousin Friday. Loss is hard. It's hard to make sense of it, really. I hope to treasure each day but in reality when I get busy or irritated, I forget that the time is a gift. I pray the memory of your last moment with your aunt will sustain you. Peace.

  9. Leigh Anne, I feel so sad reading of your aunt's death. Hugs to you and your family. And thanks for the poem, a poignant reminder to appreciate the gift of each day.