Days Without Regret
She paused, set her cup down to say
(And ask pardon, if it was cliche)
But she never regretted a day
When she sat down, quite out of the way,
And spent time just to read, or to pray
Or the moments spent simply to lay
Back, observing the wind at its play
And absorbing creation’s array.
– s. Clark
Favorite Things
Her favorite thing was moonbeams
And stars across the sky
But it was also Christmas lights
And homemade pumpkin pie
Wild, breathless laughter was
For sure her favorite thing,
But what could hold a candle to
The flowers in the spring?
The thing she loved the best, of course,
Was hugs from family
But nothing could be better than
A heart-strung melody
The crisp, clean air, the smell of books,
The colored leaves in fall
How could she ever choose just one
To love the most of all?
– s. Clark
Happy People
Happy people!
God, I love them.
Truly diamonds in the rough,
for it’s rair as summer snowfall
to have joy when life is tough.
I’ve seen too much
of frustration,
it is everywhere you turn.
To find joy within the battle
is a true challenge to learn.
I thank God
for happy people,
fresh air through the musted mind.
Those who search out
ways to smile,
are the best that you will find.
– s. Clark
Shigé Clark Writing 