Daughter #7: Sunday
Baby, you are Sunday for the mornings in our living room
breakfasting in slips so our dresses would stay clean
Sunday for the family walk, wading through the sand drifts,
me
dragging down on Mommy's hand while Ruthy strode ahead
Sunday for the days in church, hours washed in whispers
letting prayers and homilies roll across our rows
Girl, I name you Sunday for the sunshine
Child, I call you Sunday for yourself
Baby child, I call you this to anchor you in family
Sunday for your missionary grandparents
Sunday for a day that starts in song
Sunday for my baby who is good
Sunday for so much that will just flow over you
Sunday for the Sundays of my childhood,
Sunwashed, sunsplashed, ironed and slow.
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