One thing on the list

It is odd the way we attribute importance to things.  We keep lists, or deem one thing as The Important Thing of the Day.  Sometimes it looms over everything else, blocking out the small things which have the potential for making the day, things like Jesus loves me, this I know sung by small children in the small child pure voices they have, like they are singing something they truly know.

Today I have one thing

On the list.

Does it count as a list

With one thing?

Do I need to make up others

To fill it out?

With only one thing it*s amazing

How everything else

Gets done.

I add them to the list

As I do them,

Even though no one else

Is looking

Or even cares

Particularly.

I wonder if most days are really

Like this:

One thing on the list,

So much accomplished

That I never thought to consider.

Now that they*re done

It seems important to remember

So I don*t lose track.

The children outside my office

Sing Itsy Bitsy Spider

I remember all the hand motions

From my childhood

I remember Charlotte*s Web.

The children end with Jesus Loves Me.

They are getting ready

To go home.

This seems a good thing

To add to the list.