I have lived through many days
Are these the days you mean?
Days that ring with laughter and smell like barbecue and apple pie.
Days that start with fear and end with a pillow tugged down tight over your head, to block out any other sound than the beat of your own heart.
Days where water sparkles bright on ocean waves, and colorful eggs are hidden in tufts of sea grass.
Days where dark curtains block out light and the cold from winter storms seeps into your back through window glass
Days when every word you say is quoted from a song – and your siblings answer with their own.
Days when the sun is so bright, you have to squint, because dimming any bit of brightness with sunglasses is just unbearable.
Days when unprotected feelings can be trampled, or nurtured, bloom or starve.
Days where everything falls into place, and nothing possibly could go wrong.
Days when everything that can go wrong, and then some, does.
Days when death stalks you or your loved ones, when fear's cold hand is the only touch you feel.
Days when the warmth of possibility, and the sunshine of promise keep your spirit light.
Days when life happens, bold, vicious, gloating…glorious, hateful life.
You must experience days like these.