Mr. Rogers

Today it seems I am channeling Mr. Rogers. My beloved tells me his sweater was yellow. Mine is red. Never mind, I say. We all do things our own way.

Sometimes sleeping in

And a warm shower

Make interesting things combine

As the day begins.

The bathroom mirror

Reflects back a woman

Dressed for her professional day

The red cotton cardigan sweater,

A favorite,

Reminds her of Mr. Rogers.

She starts the song

Walking down the stairs

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood,

A beautiful day for a neighbor.

Would you be mine?

Could you be mine?

Yes

This will be an interesting day.

She knows some of those

She will encounter

But perhaps

Just perhaps

Almost certainly

There will be others.