That Kind of Day...

It was a happy kind of day…

The kind made complete

by ‘he did/ said this!’

and ‘no, I didn’t!’ kerfuffles

common to love of brothers.

It was rain

wrapping its plush strain ‘round a little house

where strawberries became jam,

Summer sealed in ruby shimmers

for winter morning toast.

It was heaven-splashes

in wild-bloom rivers

Running rampant in ditches

It was ride-ride-a-horsey all the way to town...

And’ budding Picasso’ pictures

It was the sort of poetry

That makes a mother’s heart sing

For joy as she tends home fires

Lest by neglect, all that remains

Are embers

© Janet Martin

It was also a day (like most days right now) of SLOW-to NO internet...