POETRY PROMPT/MONDAYS
Some Mondays
The return of the Light
Some Mondays are great. A new beginning, the next inning, in a game that lasts forever.
Some Mondays are hard. The plague returns, a fever burns, in a child that is only ten.
This week Monday lasted way too long, his sister’s song, reverberated through my home.
These children own my heart. She’s worried. I hurried to send her back to him.
This Monday reminds us the reason each season gives us hope, and we move towards the Light. Always.
Even Mondays seem to be harder during this plague. This poem about Mondays, written on a Tuesday, is in response to this prompt:
I was tagged in by Mark Tulin, in his contribution, here:
