A Given Day.
A well-loved Cornish lady would often say
when looking at winter\'s mackerel sky
and pointing to sunrise - \"A given day
this be an\' oh what a gift for we to try
workin\' out why this morn appears not
a usual winter-clad day an\' be we glad
me dear young lassie that Heaven forgot
to settle our minds today on anything sad ?\"
Gentle old Rosie spoke quietly, muttering
long-held truths with eyes bred to smile
with belief that Heaven sent gifts of love
in mild winter weather hidden for finding.
She would bend to touch first shy blooms
and stroking slowly state that God\'s sun
\"be blessin\' the faces o\' these early jewels
this given today so look before they be gone.\"
Wisdom\'s words dear Rosie left me still stay
as reminders to appreciate each\" given day\"