Some people don’t get to see
green trees from their sick beds
or bits of blue sky.
No occasional squirrels with fluffy, brown tails,
no scrub jays or those little brown & gray lizards.
I hope I remember this
as I ache & my feet drag,
& my hands hurt & wobble,
& opening a can of soup is tough.
That green, that bit of blue sky,
those jays & squirrels & lizards mean
I live a charmed life.
