(Wendy Cabell, August 22, 2021, feast day of the Queenship of Mary (yesterday Our Lady of Knock, and tomorrow the Leavetaking of the Assumption/Dormition), and of the above Georgia Icon of the Mother of God. Image from here.)
My Good Day
My good Day stays close to his Mother.
I pick him up, hold him in my arms.
Point to bird song out the window. Sing
our own. Pour some tea, stir the porridge.
My good Day sways close to his Mother,
Iooks up -- I hold him in my arms.
He’s heavier now, as sun ups its shine.
Eyes rest on the to-do list. How s l o w l y
a checkmark forms. Day gets fussy.
Needs a nap.
My good Day lays close to his Mother.
I nestle in, hold him in my arms.
But he wriggles, wants to play. Turns to
papers and paints kept handy. Will it be
chocolate or a novel for candy? Both
of course. As Day readies for Night, his
real true love. We await her ushering
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*From combined prompts: Freewrite as inspired after hearing the original prompt Stanley Moss' "A Poem Called Day", from Lisa Freedman's BreatheReadWrite, August 16, 2021; later revisited after further prompts Chanel Brenner's "Raising Grief " and Jane Kenyon's "Happiness", from from Tresha Faye Haefner (of Poetry Salon)’s Monday Generative Writing class, June 3, 2024.
