Thursday, 30 October 2008

OSI: Gift

Sunlight falling
golden on the forest floor
though autumn leaves.


Another gift, not in poem form, is advise I was given once by my dad on a day where everything seemed to be going wrong. In my dispair, I blurted out 'it can't get any worse!'

His advice?

'Oh yes, it can.'

It held me in check this last weekend when a pipe burst in our bathroom and flooded it, half our bedroom and the living room. And then later in the day we noticed one pupil in our son's eye was more dialated than the other, and off we all rushed to accident/emergency.

That was Sat. Sunday saw a lving room with flagstone flooring that seems to have survived Niagra Falls tumbling onto it and our son seems to be well in himself and to just have odd eyes.

Hopefully, all's well that ends well, as they say.

Thanks dad, I love you.


Quiet Paths said...

Beautiful. Also the message to your Dad. It was amazing to me this week how many of us are still being struck by the beauty of autumn.

Deborah Godin said...

Wonderful response to the "gift" And the situation reminds me of one of my favorite sayings: If it's funny later, it's funny now!! I always try to remember that when things are going crazy.

tumblewords said...

Very nice post!

SandyCarlson said...

This is a beautiful poem!

barbs.haiku said...

Love the message to your Dad! His words are so very true! "Oh yes, it can!"

zoya gautam said...

..thank u for the beautiful poem and the post..

SandyCarlson said...

Thanks for stopping by my blog. I appreciate the insight you left on my Thursday Thirteen post.