A poem spoken at the breakfast table with light streaming in. "I like that," mom says.

i thank You God for most this amazing

day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees

and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything

which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today

and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth

day of life and love and wings: and of the gay 

great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing

breathing any- lifted from the no 

of all nothing - human merely being

doubt unimaginable You? 

(now the ears of my ears awake and

now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

ee cummings