ON MONDAY


  • May 07, 2019
  • by Joe McGinnis, Executive Editor Emeritus

In 1991 I made a promise to a friend to reprint this poem on an annual basis. Some years I forget, but this time I did not. Here’s wishing everyone a great start to the summer —JmackG

 
"On Monday" - by Joe McGinnis, 

 

A puppy’s brown eyes once asked me, “Don’t you know I’m here? You run out with this one, evaluate that one; I smile and I laugh, but you do not see.”

 

“On Monday, my love, On Monday,” I said, “We’ll sit in the sun, just you and me, and you’ll teach me to love, all of the little ones, each of the little ones, little ones not as yet famous.”

 

And then she was a starlet.

 

The ingenue’s eyes then asked me, “Don’t you know I’m here? You snarled at that lady who said something snotty but she hugs her dog, she loves her dog, so in her there must be some good.”

 

“On Monday, my love, On Monday,” I said, “We’ll sit in the sun, just you and me, and you’ll teach me to love, all of the people, each of the people, the people who love dogs like I do.”

 

And then she was a champion.

 

The showgirl’s bright eyes then asked me, “Don’t you know I’m here? You’re mad at that lady who gave us no ribbon but I sure had fun though some other dog won and it hurts me when you are unhappy.”

 

“On Monday, my love, On Monday,” I said, “We’ll sit in the sun, just you and me, and you’ll teach me to love, all of the people, each of the people, the people who give out the trophies.

 

And then she was a Mama.

 

The Motherdog’s eyes then asked me, “Don’t you know I’m here? You kiss my fat babies, you brag on the phone, and I swell with pride and their daddy does too but I need you to tell me I’m special.”

 

On Monday, my love, On Monday,” I said, “We’ll sit in the sun, just you and me, and you’ll teach me to love, all of the parents, each of the parents, the parents as much as the babies.”

 

And then she was an old lady.

 

The veteran’s eyes then asked me, “Dont you know I’m here? You run out with this one, evaluate that one; I smile and I laugh, but you do not see.”

 

“On Monday, my love, On Monday,” I said, “We’ll sit in the sun, just you and me, and you’ll teach me to love, all of the older ones, each of the older ones, older ones no longer famous.

 

And then she died. On Monday.

 

On Tuesday, a puppy’s brown eyes asked me, 

     “Don’t you know I’m here...?"

 

 

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