Poem from Mom "To Notice"

To Notice



no one ever told me
there was
no time
to notice
that deer eat red petunias
in January
that the full moon can shine
through a kitchen window
at the same time the sun
is rising
that it will be 81 degrees
at noon and snowing at midnight
that contentment could be had at home
that happiness can come with less
that blessings should be counted often
that living is in the moment
that anger and worry are damaging
that solitude is a good medication
that deer know more than we do
that life would give us a place in time
to notice