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The Monday Morning Club

"I am President of the Monday Morning Club," my mother once told me. 
I didn't get it then.  Doesn't everyone hate Mondays?
But now I understand--she (herself a mother of eight) relished the back to school season when everybody left on Monday mornings.
Going through an old journal this week, I came across this poem I wrote ten years ago, shortly after her death.  Don't take it too seriously.  I do love summer--why, we were all in a friend's pool just this morning.   And after home schooling for four years, I am well aware that home educators have no such luxury.  Ditto for moms who work outside the home.  When I found it, though,  it made me smile. What's more, the kids got a chuckle out of it, too.
Thanks, Mom, for passing the Presidency down to me.  Your sense of humor still inpires me.  School starts soon, and I will do my best to serve the office well.
The Monday Morning Club
There is a club
I am President of.
It isn't to discuss how grand my garden grows
Or unearth dark, rich soil to bury seed I'll sow.
It isn't a club of the literary sect.
(But only because I haven't penned a masterpiece--yet.)
This club is not for charity
Except, maybe, for me.
It doesn't meet
On holidays
or summer's heat.
But when color comes to trees
And football's in the breeze
My club meets
And, oh, what ease
I feel
As one by one I peel
My children from their beds
And straighten hair on sleepy heads.
Then as they exit
Off to school
With faces washed
And tummies full
The house grows still
(as my house gets--
Save an occasional toddler's frets.)
Then my club meets
After weekend's din
I pour another cup
and then
The table's turning
And I'm so glad
At last
It's Monday morning.

6 Comments to The Monday Morning Club:

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Audrey Jeffery on Thursday, August 02, 2012 5:46 PM
I think I'd like this club!
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margie on Saturday, August 04, 2012 9:21 AM
I am certain you would!

Debbie on Friday, August 03, 2012 3:13 AM
You are definitely President with Kelly the Vice President! Mom's sense of humor still makes me smile! Love ya!
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margie on Saturday, August 04, 2012 9:23 AM
I think about her so much--and really, really get her now that I have lots of kids, too. Miss her--and miss you!

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