1. The Perfect Day, Autumn
I open my eyes to a pollen-less breeze,
smell bleach from freshly washed towels,
lavender from a garden tub,
outlined with candles.
The smell of coffee wafts down the hall
toward the bedroom. I eat pancakes and fresh
blackberries, at the breakfast no one spoiled
with the smell of eggs.
It is autumn, and the trees are full of color.
My mother will join me for lunch and a walk.
On this day she can walk like she did
when she was 70, and as far.
We will laugh together and buy pumpkins
from the "Pumpkin Church."
A gentle breeze blows moves the tree-tops.
We are warm in the sun..
I am in a car as the sun sets-
on my way to a dinner I didn't cook.
I will drink red wine with my meal.
Not yet sure what to have. I will drink coffee
and enjoy gooey chocolate for dessert.
On a perfect day, calories don't count.
2. In Session
Summer has come and gone.
School's in session.
Air is cool enough to breathe.
Time to "live it up"-sans the kiddos.
3. Summer, Back Then
In my teenage years, I coveted a red bathing suit-$25.00 at Macy's-
to which my parents had said, "No."
I got one that was blue and cost about half.
If I'd gotten the "better" suit, my life would have been different.
I'd have been wildly popular and at least one cup size larger.
Guys noticed things like that back in the 60's.
4. When Chocolates Fly
Donald and Jessica sit
on a blanket near striped monkey grass.
The children eat chocolates from a Tupperware bowl,
part of a set their mother got
hosting a party to help a friend,
who's just getting started
in the Tupperware business.
Jessica accuses Donald of hogging the bowl.
She threatens to tell, if he doesn't quit.
But instead of giving in to the girl's threat,
Donald grabs the bowl and puts it under his butt,
making it into a food-chair,
which absolutely grosses out Jessica,
who's a bit too prissy anyway and truly afraid she'll
Jessica yells so loudly her mother comes flying out the door
and slips on discarded candy wrappers..
"No more chocolates for you," she bellows
at her children, who are both howling at their fallen mother,
who rises, yanking the bowl from under her son,
candy flying everywhere willy-nilly.
5. The Perfect Day, Winter
Christmas morning the house smells of pine.
The boys-old enough to be out of diapers-
wear feet-pajamas. Soon torn packages reveal
toy cars, books, games. Everyone got new
slippers, so we wear them on our bare feet
or over pj's. A toy train chugs. We snuggle.
By the fire, we eat ham biscuits, grapefruit,
foil-covered chocolates. After lunch, football.
Then Bing Crosby sings "White Christmas"
in an old movie. But sleeping, we miss
the snow that has begun to fall in the movie
& where Santa and his reindeer tromped last night.