A Poem for a Thursday #2

I know Judith Viorst as the author of children's books. My kids loved Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. I liked it too. It is a children's book that holds up to repeated reading and that has a lovely rhythm to the language. This is not surprising because Viorst is also known for her poetry. I particularly like The Pleasures of Ordinary Life. 

I've had my share of necessary losses,

Of dreams I know no longer can come true.
I'm done now with the whys and the becauses.
It's time to stop complaining and pursue
The pleasures of an ordinary life.

I used to rail against my compromises.
I yearned for the wild music, the swift race.
But happiness arrived in new disguises:
Sun lighting a child's hair. A friend's embrace.
Slow dancing in a safe and quiet place.
The pleasures of an ordinary life.

I'll have no trumpets, triumphs, trails of glory.
It seems the woman I've turned out to be
Is not the heroine of some grand story.
But I have learned to find the poetry
In what my hands can touch, my eyes can see.
The pleasures of an ordinary life.

Young fantasies of magic and of mystery
Are over. But they really can't compete
With all we've built together: A long history.
Connections that help render us complete.
Ties that hold and heal us. And the sweet,
Sweet pleasures of an ordinary life.


  1. I have never read Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, but I can't think of a title more appropriate.  Perhaps I will search it out.  Combined with the gentle words of Viorst's poem, The Pleasures of Ordinary Life, your post literally brought tears to my eyes.

    1. It is absolutely appropriate! Though I am so thankful that things are slowly improving. I want to go back to the pleasures of ordinary life!

  2. That is a lovely poem - and I'm not really that into poetry.

    1. I don't think I will ever be hugely into poetry but I am finding that some do make me stop and read them again and again. But others I just read the first line or two and flip on past.