The best day ever |
The Best Day Ever
By Eden Gabay
You know these days when nothing goes right?
When waking up is already a fight?
Your shower is cold, you can’t find your key,
It’s minus one hundred and fifty degrees.
Your tank is one empty and you’re running late ,
It’s five after nine and work starts at eight,
You catch every red on your morning commute,
And then you spill coffee all over your suit.
Can’t find your pen, have a lousy meeting,
The maintenance guy did not fix the heating,
Drop hundreds of papers all over the floor,
Then stub your foot on your way to the door.
The noise from your carpool makes your head ache,
Rage war with your eyelids just to stay awake,
And after all are fed and homework and bathed,
You account for each limb to ensure you’re unscathed.
And when it’s finally over, you collapse into bed,
A hot compress firmly pressed to your head,
And just as you are beginning to doze,
A voice startles you before your eyelids can close.
You look to your right, your left, front and back,
Then up at the ceiling, to ominous black,
You think for a moment, could it really be true?
And quietly you whisper, “Hashem, is that You?”
A warm feeling fills you as you hear a reply
“Yes, my dear child, indeed it is I.
Just thought........