How lovely

I'm not a huge Prairie Home companion fan, but every morning, I listen to Garrison Keillor read a poem on NPR and tell me who has a birthday.  There was a poem the other day that was so sweet, I had to share.  It really put things into perspective for me:

One Good Thing, by Edwin Romand

It's been a dead parade

of hours since 5 AM

a march of the bland

with the meaningless and

I can think of nothing

I have done to merit

mentioning or

remembering.

But now, at 8 pm,

I am bathing my son

in a tub filled with bubbles

and blue battleships,

the soapy water over

his Irish white skin

makes him glisten

like a glazed doughnut

and I should tell him

to stop splashing

but this is the first time

all day I have felt like living

so how can I scold

my boy who's found joy

in something ordinary

as water? And when

I wash his hair

with Buzz Lightyear

shampoo, Liam

closes his eyes and

smiles like a puppy

being petted as I massage 

the sweet lotion into 

his red curls and I know

this is one good thing

I have done with my life

this day that has waited

for this moment

of water on my sleeve

and soap on my nose

to turn emptiness

into ecstasy.