I believe in the Tuesdays
and Wednesdays of life,
the tuna sandwich lunches
and TV after dinner.
I believe in coffee with hot milk
and peanut butter toast,
Rosé wine in summer
and Burgundy in winter.
I am not in love with holidays,
birthdays—nothing special—
and weekends are just days
numbered six and seven,
though my love
dozing over TV golf
while I work the Sunday puzzle
might be all I need of life
and all I ask of heaven.
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I would gladly recite the creed of Ms. Hilbert's first stanza instead of the Nicene Creed! The poem is a delight, and more than that. This reader is most grateful to have encountered it.
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ReplyDeleteI want to hug this poem and the poet who wrote it. Made my day.
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