Yesterday was Sunday, and I wanted to share with you seven lines of poetry
that gladden my heart.
It’s not too late to slip it in today:
Look, it’s morning, and a little water gurgles in the tap.
I wake up waiting, because it’s Sunday, and turn twice more
than usual in bed, before I rise to cereal and comic strips.
I have risen to the morning’s danger and feel proud,
and after shaving off the night’s disguises, after searching
close to the bone for blood, and finding only a little,
I shall walk out bravely into the daily accident.”
I smile at that.
How often have I, in the past, jumped on the “42nd Street Trolley”,
just making it by a hairbreadth, and launched gratefully into the day!
You, who were not around when there WAS a 42nd St. trolley in New York City,
may have no idea of how young,
full of Spring
and all possibility that was.
Always with love, Antoinette (aka Mom/Mimi/Toni)