You could tell it was a good day,
When after school
You’d walk thru the door
And the smell of white navy beans
Cooking with bacon
Would rush to welcome you home.
This is a day,
When the amber bottles
Would stay hidden away
Between the blue bath towels in the linen closet.
And the car hadn’t left the drive
To park at La Cantina
To swap lies
With drinking buddies.
And soon the smell of golden corn bread
Would come, and I would set
The Formica topped, aluminum legged table
With bowls and honey and paper napkins
For a festive touch.
And my dad and mom
And my sister and I
Would all sit for supper
On the chairs with the frayed blue plastic cushions.
And my daddy would proudly say,
"I wonder what the poor people are eating today?"
