Commonplace, or One for the Ages

I wonder if ages away

I’ll yearn for this commonplace day—

the day of to-do-lists undone

the day long forgotten, long gone—

the day I spent watching the sky

and clouds that kept drifting as I

would sway in the hammock and you

would strum a tune “I lava you,”

play fetch with our pup with a toy…

The day you were still just a boy.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)