Every Day

Every day I make my bed

And, with my texts and emails read,

I take my walk, which terminates

At home, where breakfast time awaits.

Every day I read The Times

And, once I’ve passed the news and crimes,

I do the crossword, then prepare

To face what comes, no matter where.

 

Every day, as music plays,

I clean or at a screen I gaze.

By phone or Zoom I chat with friends

Or relatives – it all depends.

 

Every day I watch a show

Or maybe two, you never know,

And have a meal my husband’s made,

His culinary skills displayed.

 

There are some days with added fun

Or obligations to be done,

But every day, away or home,

I always get to write a poem.