The Gift of Another Day

Millie stood at the window and stared into the early morning mist. This was her favorite time of the day when the quiet awakening of the world enveloped her like a soft blanket of hope.

She smiled as the sun began its rise over the distant hills. As if from the hand of God, prism like tentacles of light stretched through her window and brushed her cheek.

Renewed in spirit and strength, she ran a hand over her bald head, felt the first hint of new growth, and said a prayer of thanks for another day.

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26 thoughts on “The Gift of Another Day

  1. The first paragraph set the rest of the piece up quite nicely (enveloped in a soft blanket of hope). We do need to remember that everyday is a gift. After all, that’s why they call it the Present.
    Beautifully written, Sheila.

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    • Yes, it is. I have two family members who has been traveling this road. One is in remission, the other going on six years of daily chemotherapy. Her goal is to live to see her oldest child graduate from high school. She is one of the bravest persons I know. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. I hope you and your family have a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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  2. Brilliant. the New dawning day full of hope was well described, setting us up for the reason the person is noticing it – clearly a cancer survivor. Very neatly done with some impressive imagery. Excellence in 100 words.
    KT

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