Sunday

Today walking with a quick, adult pace I came across a golden chocolate wrapper on the ground.
Do you remember Domingo? For us to find it was a treasure!
Sunday is the beginning.
Home. The beginning of everything.
The day of long walks and colored towers.
Of pencils, scrabbel, checkers and chinchón.
It is the day of tangos, boleros and Ornella.
It is the time for racing, feeding the pigeons, climbing trees and slides and playing dominoes.
I wish it would last longer, that it would come back. And try one more bike ride and the dulce de leche liqueur that somewhere was hidden.
Climb more stairs, listen to more stories and take more naps.
In the afternoons, though weekly, Domingo is always with me, with sun hair, even if it rains.
At night I know that Domingo dances, the stars tell me when they fall fleetingly.
Surely you are smiling, scoring goals with Maradona, with your hand and with God.
Thanks for the reality and the fantasy.
Thanks Domingo.
I’m going to keep on playing…

Debbie Reda.
October 2022.