During National Poetry Month, I got a poem-a-day email from Knopf, and on the 9th, that poem was Jill Bialosky's "Daylight Savings."
by Jill Bialosky
There was the hour
when raging with fever
they thrashed. The hour
when they called out in fright.
The hour when they fell asleep
against our bodies, the hour
when without us they might die.
The hour before school
and the hour after.
The hour when we buttered their toast
and made them meals
from the four important food groups -
what else could we do to ensure they'd get strong and grow?
Here's the rest of the poem, which concludes that all those hours are precious, and we don't want to lose any of them.
Jama's someone who knows how to make the most of hours, and she's hosting the roundup today.
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