A Day for Wishing

I see the time worn chairs of seated yesterdays: 

Overstuffed and spilling springs, smelling of pipe-smoke and dinner.

Morning aftershave with  pancakes, brown with syrup, wet with butter.

A long walk with the trash to the alley with the lilac bushes.

Lilacs! Oh the smell of lilacs!

That was the day that nothing happened. 

That was the day that was born at seven with scrambled eggs at noon;

The day we mowed the lawn and pulled an early dandelion; 

The day we saw the garden snake, and the sidewalk stayed warm from the sun; 

The day with creamed peas and a bedtime story.

That was the best of days.