Some days ...

Some days are days that I need to sit between my parents in our big blue suburban
rest my head on the uncomfortable middle seat
put my feet on the dashboard
let my face soak up the sun
and listen to my parents bicker back and forth about some small subject...


Some days are days when I just simply ask the men in the house to clean up their mess before I get home and mom gets back from work
but end up coming home to this anyway
and simply looking at it in despair but deciding to be optimistic and remember that this is what you get when there are people home and those people are my family
and that family is my love.

Some days you just have to open your hands to whatever comes
it may just change you...


and
some days are just to remember the things that you
opened your hands to
things you
loved
things you
did
and even the things that you
didn't
for it is those some days that you will never forget...