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

 

 

 

 

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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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jane wilcock

Mon 14th Dec 2009 22:32

This is so true, it should be placed in everyones hallway as they exit to the trolls.

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Cate Greenlees

Sun 13th Dec 2009 19:03

I know that look.... my mum practised it on me, and I practised it on my children!
Cate xx

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Greg Freeman

Thu 10th Dec 2009 10:04

I like both the sentiments and the language in this, Cynthia. Skillet is a wonderful, satisfying word. And "she held the spatula like an exclamation mark." Just right

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Ann Foxglove

Tue 8th Dec 2009 09:30

This made me feel better on this wet, windy, mucky morning! Really enjoyable poem. Thanks to you and your mother! Off to have my toast now. ;-)

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Isobel

Mon 7th Dec 2009 22:38

Think I could do with your mother in my kitchen. Icy rain sluices down my windows every day and it is hard to look on the bright side sometimes...
I like the way you can give such insight into a relationship through a glimpse into everyday household life. This reminds me of other poems you have written about your mother. Very subtle writing.

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