poem

Missing

As I was driving to work this morn
Pondering all of the things on my plate
I sped by a deer and her doe just borne
Only seeing it once it was too late

I raced by my grandson, who was smiling at me
I had too many things on my mind
Told my granddaughter "not now I'm too busy", you see
As I returned to my arduous grind

I did not stop to hear the kind words meant for me
From a friend who tried to lift up my soul
No, I had to focus on my misery
Situations that I could not control

I spent the whole day just stewing and stressing
Running scenarios all through my head
In the process I missed every single blessing
God sent to raise me up instead