January 3rd (A Day Like Most Others)

It was a day like most others.
He got up and ready for work
just like always
ate a quick breakfast and
drank a cup of coffee
kissed his wife good-bye
and drove away.
It was a day like most others.
She saw him to the door
wishing him a good day
and preparing for the children
who would soon be coming over.
It was a day like most others.
Sirens wailing on the highway
traffic reports on the radio
as I drive my daughter to her house:
a roll over on 225
has traffic backed up past Orchard Road
One man has died in the crash
name withheld until
notification of family.
It was a day like most others.
Except for the call from his boss
asking if something was wrong
for him to be so late.
Something nags at the back of her mind
because he hasn't been late
in years, maybe as much as a decade.
It was a day like most others.
Until the representative of the DPD
showed up at her door with the news.
He makes the phone calls to the parents
of the children she cares for.
It was a day like most others.
For most people it was just another day
but for a few of us it was wrought with sorrow
grief, tears and heartache.
She buried him today, a week after
a day like most others.