The first Thursday
Created | Updated Jan 8, 2004
Is it? I honestly couldn't say for sure. It is eight months, my fingers tell me that much.
What happens when the fingers run out?
Do I count the toes?
Who's toes?
Not his for sure. The ones I cared for, taking off the callouses and smoothing with fragrant oils; hoovering the carpet afterwards lest people believed we picked our toe nails every Sunday.
I hate the ninth, but I don't believe it was the ninth. It was the eigth and a Thursday.
It had to be a Thursday.
'All bad things happen on a Thursday.' My daughter-in-law once said.
My beautiful daughter-in-law who lights up every space she enters and who will soon move on to a space we cannot share so comfortably.
I had forgotten that it had been said before by someone else who hated Thursdays. I read that news some time ago - oh boy, it didn't matter then.
It matters tonight.
What happens when the fingers run out?
Do I count the toes?
Who's toes?
Not his for sure. The ones I cared for, taking off the callouses and smoothing with fragrant oils; hoovering the carpet afterwards lest people believed we picked our toe nails every Sunday.
I hate the ninth, but I don't believe it was the ninth. It was the eigth and a Thursday.
It had to be a Thursday.
'All bad things happen on a Thursday.' My daughter-in-law once said.
My beautiful daughter-in-law who lights up every space she enters and who will soon move on to a space we cannot share so comfortably.
I had forgotten that it had been said before by someone else who hated Thursdays. I read that news some time ago - oh boy, it didn't matter then.
It matters tonight.
