Etching the Day

I love a room that overlooks A river or the sea, For, on a terrace with some books, Is where I like to be. A sunny seat, a view with boats And birdsong in the air, A husband who, upon me, dotes - Why, nothing can compare! A mid-day ice cream, browsing stores, A walk along the shore, A bowl of mussels, Guinness pours - Well, who could ask for more? But all good things must end, they say, So now we’re heading home And on the way, I’ve etched the day Into my daily poem.