A Wonderful Day
A Wonderful Day
One Saturday morning
When I was not that young
I woke to find icy rain sluicing down.
Through the steamy windows
The pelting clouds looked relentless.
Thunder grumbled in the trolls’ halls,
And I growled with sour temper.
‘Oh! What a rotten day!
I plopped on to my chair at the table
Without so much as ‘Good Morning’,
And lathered my toast with marmalade.
I kicked off my thick slippers
Because the house was a bit warm.
Deliberately I slurped my milk.
My mother was at the stove cracking eggs
Into the sizzling skillet.
She turned,
And fixed me full front with her famous
Strong
Long
LOOK:
‘You have two eyes to see,
Two ears to hear,
And two feet to walk.
Isn’t it a beautiful day?’
She held the spatula like an exclamation mark.
‘Yes!’ I gulped, ‘It’s a wonderful day!’
Then I got up to help her fry eggs for the family.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Rachel McGladdery
Tue 15th Dec 2009 13:38
I adore this. A lovely reminder for me (I have a natural tendency towards grumpiness) I love the domestic details, it feels homely and very real. The spatula exclamation mark is just perfect.
Rachel
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