Mama's got a new pair of shoes

I like the way the dead daffodils look - frozen in their yellow possibility of Spring on the table.
I like to make old people smile- the shining blue glass of an old man's eyes an echo of a long dead grandfather.
I don't mind the snarling 5 o'clock crawl of commuter traffic- only a reminder to take my time,
that slow
and steady
wins the
race.
How did I find myself here? In this state of mind- confident and hopeful
smiling as if everyday
would be as good as this one.