The first stanza of this poem from one of the Five Poets, Lenore Langs, is the perfect way to start off the week:
She Never Finished Anything
was distracted from her prayers
by the flash of a finch’s wing
decided to follow a regime
of monday cleaning tuesday laundry
but took her coffee
to the backyard for ten minutes
on the first monday
and stayed all morning
watching the light change
on the leaves of the lilac.
I love this poem for so many reasons. I remember that my mom had wash day on Monday, ironing day on Tuesday, and heavy duty cleaning day on Friday (she cleaned every day but especially on Friday); and Friday night was grocery night and on many a Saturday night we had sandwiches and potato chips and not a big meat and potato meal that we had every other day of the week. I loved the Saturday suppers — so relaxed and everyone would seem to be in a good mood. Mom would set out the cold cuts and lettuce and condiments and pickles and we would make our own sandwiches around the kitchen table. And if Mom had not baked we would have probably made a Saturday trip to town to the bake shop and feasted on jelly donuts for dessert. Heaven!
What are some of your heavenly blissful memories of days gone by?