Poem a day, 30 days, I'm in! Day 1. Failing I did not hear sweet song of birds. clatter of dishes I did not arch my bare feet toward the sun. running shoes on - must get fit I did not actually run. folding laundry - stole the hour I did not see the drawing she thrust in my face. texting And spring, it passed me by Day 8. Where does it hurt? In those moments I wouldn't remember were it not for the music. Day 17. Girls we did laugh fell over laughing in heaps, on floors... a sp