Better Days
I yearn
for better days, as I lay new bricks
in the garden path, watch
a young man’s baseball game. Laugh
with loved ones at memories, marbled
with pain and fondness. The sun
on my skin, the chatting of a warm stranger, a simple
meal shared, and looking back, see
today was a better day.
I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working on entitled Love Letters to My Brother in Prison.
