First Good Day

It was the first good day of spring,
warm but not hot,
a mommy holding her little boy’s hand,
while daddy puts his arm around their little girl,
going for a walk kind of day.

Broke out the grill for dinner,
barbecued some chicken and a leftover
london broil,
felt the warm sunshine and light cool breeze
blowing softly on my skin,
it was the way a day should be;

calm and quiet.

Even some of the pain felt less,
but not completely,
warm sunshine and light cool breezes
are never going to take that away;

completely.

She sat beside me as I wrote,
neither of us saying a word,
we never do and sometimes
that says a lot;

but not really.

Yes, it was a very magnificent day,
the kind of day during which
a person could lay back,
take a deep breath and
die;

and feel very okay about it.
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