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.
