Perfect Days Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Some perfect days
aren’t always spent by the sea
in lovely scenery.
Some are perfectly formed
and discovered unexpectedly
in the ordinary
moments in living.

A good report from the doctor,
a call from a loved one healing
from a long illness,
a raise in salary;
the jubilant child accepted to college.

Life’s little successes and
tremendous victories
create days that build a life,
become lifejackets we cling to;
anchors to steady us
when the storms come.