On the best of days
You have cream for your coffee
Banana for your cereal
And sunlight streaming through every window

On the best of days
The words of your novel spring forth
Like mountain wildflowers
Eager to blossom

On the best of days
She sleeps late
Just around the corner
In the next room

On the best of days
You are content with things
Just the way they are
You are thankful for blessings
And you pray for more of the same