Years from now,
I will not remember
this unexceptional day.
The tough choices,
navigated proudly.
The countless minutes
spent questionably.
The fizzled ending;
The “There, there,”
waved hastily over a friend’s moans.
I won’t remember
how I lunged for
one “Can you…?”
whacked three “Should I…?”s
and slammed two “How should we…?”s
right out of the park.
It was
a blur of unexceptional to-ing and fro-ing,
Maybe,
if I’m very lucky,
I’ll be allowed to retain some dim remembrance
of this day’s end–
the squeal,
the grin,
the soft chubby hand
caressing my cheek–
motherhood’s exceptional sweetness.
I love this poem, and I am glad that you have captured it here on your blog so that you will be able to come back to it in the future and remember the beauty of everyday life. I can’t even say a favorite line because I enjoyed each part for the aspect it captured.
I think that “soft chubby hand” made your day special and wonderful even if it was not exceptional!
Let us not forget what’s most important. Thanks for sharing.
Nice…Glad you could enjoy the beat of an ordinary day.
You’ve definitely scored points for all the little phrases that are going to preserve this memory.
I love the unexceptional, the ordinary, and the regular….so your poem resonates with me. It reminds me of a quote by Mary Jean Irion that begins “Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure that you are…” Here’s the link to the rest of it: http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/show/101242 (It’s one of my favorite!)