Just another ordinary day,
same routine brings me
to the kitchen table
for morning coffee;
held precious nonetheless.
To remain unscathed
by the fury of nature,
that has devastated my neighbors,
a most treasured grace.
Some have no homes
this morning
no town left,
loved ones have been lost
ushering them all
into their dark night of sorrow.
Moments of my own
in reflection of theirs,
gives my heart reason
to pray;
grateful to have
just another ordinary day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is however extra-ordinary - I was thinking along these lines as I put the kettle on this morning. Good poem, thanks :) 10