Dear Makala,

As we get closer to graduation I see the worry piling in your eyes.

You claim that there is much to do.

I always tell you the same thing,

“ONE DAY AT A TIME.”

That is all we can do.

With you taking a gap year and I deciding between two colleges.

We both forage forward working hard each day.

But I will still remind you when days get muddled,

“ONE DAY AT A TIME.”

The way I see it.

If we move too fast.

We lose precious time with those around us.

So I end this poem with the reminder to you Makala,

“ONE DAY AT A TIME.”