Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Sunday Morning Miracles


my son thinks I'm amazing
because I can catch
the tiny spotted toads that swarm the riverbank
with my bare hands

he runs after them as they
retreat into the long wild grasses
smacking his hands together as he
tries to anticipate where they'll jump next

and I
amaze him because I can reach down
slip my fingers under their fragile velvet bodies
and pluck them from the cool green stones
of cattail rushes, finding their hiding places
every time, like magic

remembering myself
at his age
I'm a little amazed at the ease of it all

Holly Day was born in Hereford, Texas, “The Town Without a Toothache.” She and her family currently live in Minneapolis, Minnesota, where she teaches writing classes at the Loft Literary Center. In addition to her published books, her needlepoints and beadwork have recently appeared on the covers of The Grey Sparrow Journal and QWERTY Magazine.

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Lovely, sunny remembrance. Tweaks my heart with giggles of cool green stones and fragile velvet bodies and I am back in the magic and amazed at it all. Thanks
Love the images.
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