Today's prompt: Pamela asks us to write about any celebration we have been to recently. Write about a birthday party, a wedding, a baptism — any kind of celebration where you were with family or friends or both. Write about the colors you remember, the sounds (and how they made you feel) and the tastes you remember from any of those events. Did these things make you feel good? Did you experience any new foods? Did you meet any new people? Sometimes, beyond our control, festivities can take a turn for the worse. Maybe that happened to you or someone you know. Whatever happened, be it great or not so great, let’s write about it!
Half Dozen Days
Church service with masses at mass,
jubilant hymns and
joy at the new-again possibility
of sweets and wine.
Adjourn to Mom’s
for ham
and casseroles with cheese
because everyone knows
protestant parties
are carb-based events.
Pastels of purple pink blue
and egg-yolk yellow
decorate the room
on eggs boiled
and eggs both peanut butter and plastic.
Mom steals Dad’s practice
of a too-long prayer
while stomachs growl
and peekers eye the
devil’s eggs and a
cousin’s billowy homemade rolls.
Tableware clinks,
refills resonate in too-small glasses,
a cousin’s resonant laughs fill his chest
and the table air,
complementing conversation
of gentle politics on eggshells
and army tales.
The earthquake strikes
during dinner,
a ninety-second roll;
we find we all prefer
our rolls slathered in butter
instead.
The cats who didn’t die by car this morning
(one did – Happy Easter)
lounge and flirt
and hiss and purr
and play highwire acts
on the uncleared table.
My own contributions are
photos and hugs,
two types of dessert and
merciful silence via nap.
He is risen…
and I will be, too;
just give me a minute.
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