Once

Once I was on time and the world forgot that we were meeting someplace, at this time. Once I finished first and no one followed. Once I cleaned the kitchen spotless and my friend said, "It doesn't stay clean, you just have to keep doing it over." Once I had a great idea, but I didn't write it down and I lost it. That's okay, it probably would have been a note like the one Mary Ellen Edmunds wrote to herself in the middle of the night because she had a fantastic thought and didn't want to forget it. In the morning she read the note, and it said, "How can you tell when a person is lying? ... Part of his soul leaks out his ears." Once she used the note for a visual aid at Women's Conference and I laughed. I'd like to be like her. Once.