All winter I drove to work Oh, what a beautiful morning!
singing in my head as if I believed in the power
of positive thinking. I’d try to replace it with anything else––
hymns, Gregorian chant––but Oh, what a beautiful day!
would sling itself back into my brain as if to remind me
just where I came from—household of musicals,
Nelson Eddy, Lawrence Welk and his bubble machine.
And what exactly is wrong with mindless optimism,
with being as corny as Kansas in August, as normal as blueberry pie?
When I came home from work that December evening,
my nineteen-year-old daughter, waiting at the kitchen table
with her father, took my arm and led me upstairs
because she had something to tell me. Once she started to cry I knew
what was coming. While the moon hit the sky like a big pizza pie
I just held her. Now she looks like she swallowed that moon
she watched from my arms as we walked the Hatteras shore
because nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina.
Hot summer, she sits in one chair, swollen ankles propped up in another,
and asks, now that the baby can safely be born, if I know how
to make it come, while inside her womb, the baby’s feet drum
Time is on my side, yes it is. After all that worrying,
I’ve got nothing better to offer than to lean down and sing
Happy Birthday into her belly, to touch her face
and warn her she’ll be driving six white horses when she comes.
Kathleen Aguero’s most recent book of poetry is World Happiness Index from Tiger Bark Books. Her other poetry collections include After That, Investigations: The Mystery of the Girl Sleuth, Daughter Of, The Real Weather, and Thirsty Day. She has co-edited three volumes of multi-cultural literature for the University of Georgia Press (A Gift of Tongues, An Ear to the Ground, and Daily Fare). She teaches in the Solstice low-residency M.F.A. program at Lasell University and in Changing Lives through Literature, an alternative sentencing program. Kathleen has received grants from the Massachusetts Council on the Arts and the Elgin Cox foundation.
