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 gonna 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,

it was the kind of day on which

a person could lay back,

take a deep breath and

die;

and feel very okay about it.

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