My Own Day (Monday Poem)

 by Jean Little

When I opened my eyes this morning,

The day belonged to me.

The sky was mine and the sun,

And my feet got up dancing.

The marmalade was mine and the squares of sidewalk

And all the birds in the trees.

So I stood and I considered

Stopping the world right there,

Making today go on and on forever.

But I decided not to.

I let the world spin on and I went to school.

I almost did it, but then, I said to myself,

"Who knows what you might be missing tomorrow?"

 

 

from The Family Read-Aloud Holiday Treasury, 

selected by Alice Low, 

Little, Brown and Company, 1991