Priorities

To day is the day to remember with gratitude that I am loved.  My husband gave me flowers.  Flowers that money cannot buy...only love.  He picked them by the creek on his walk and carried them home, just for me.

And today is to remember my priorities with my favorite poem from e.e. cummings:

let it go – the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise – let it go it
was sworn to
go
let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
were born
to go
let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go
dear
so comes love