A Child’s Day

by In All Our Years

School was difficult today. My mind wrestled with remembering dates during a history lesson and I could not wait till it was time for recess. I ran and played among the other children, never stopping long enough to mingle, but enjoying my time.

Lunch came. Pizza and milk and a wax paper cup of fruit. Math visited in the afternoon entertained me. The small rectangular manila paper providing a canvas for both numbers and art. My number two pencil dulled by the wind and land which evolved below the equations.

My walk home through the woods and into the neighborhood, welcomed me as a late afternoon of play and sweat, thrilled my senses.

My father would be home. My mother would make dinner. My family would gather and chat and eat and the dog would sit patiently and wonder why there was not a seat at the table for her.

Night would show, the dishes would be done, a box would entertain, homework would get some attention and sleep would arrive as the moon rose to say, it was a good day, good night, sweet dreams Joey.