I remember that day, the washing machine in the yard and the deep blue sky There may have been a breeze Me on the grass and my mother standing there threading clothes through the ringer, and bleach
And there must have been a yellow bird Who, flying by, twittered: “All the pain you will ever feel, And fear, Even standing by the road, Watching headlights come closer Despair as each drives by The heartache of your son struggling to get the water right And all the Joy; a family, singing in the meadow Of love, a cotton dress and brown eyes, Of salvation, kneeling at the folding chair, All these were you, trying to get back, here... to this morning, in the grass by the washing machine May 1953”