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