A Good Enough Day

October first
the chill of fall
is upon us.

I've knighted today
"Marge Piercy Day."

I'm scrambling to
remember a poem
she wrote about her
mother.

Piercy gave her mother
innumerable gifts.

The tokens of affection
were always tucked away
in a chest or trunk to be
used on a special occasion.

When her mother died
Piercy found that
the gifts had gone
unused.

Piercy observes that
her mother never had
a good enough day.

My mother
hide her treasures
in her beloved hope chest-
a cedar chest- imbued
with the smell of mothballs.

I remember
a lovely velvet robe
with satin cuffs
that was found to be moth eaten
when it was retrieved for
a seasonal airing.

Those moths
were wily.

Piercy's poem is playing
its warning in my morning meditation.

So!
I'm going to wear my best sweater
knit my most expensive yarn...
Have myself "A good enough day!"