I feel I have failed my children Because they’ve never been on safari I’ve never taken them to the ocean They’ve barely left this state. I comfort myself With thoughts of children crying in airplanes Getting seasick, carsick, memories Of how poorly I traveled when I was a child. I’m saving them from having these memories themselves. Years from now, they’ll hate me For not introducing them to elephants Or whales, or seals in their natural habitat Never get to see herds of giraffes or horses or antelopes Loping across far-off arid plains.
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…has worked as a freelance writer for over 30 years, with over 7,000 published articles, poems, and short stories and 40 books and chapbooks—most recently, the nonfiction books, Music Theory for Dummies, Walking Twin Cities, Tattoo FAQ, and History Lover’s Guide to Minneapolis, and the poetry books A Wall to Protect Your Eyes (Pski’s Porch Publishing), In This Place, She Is Her Own (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), A Perfect Day for Semaphore (Finishing Line Press), I’m in a Place Where Reason Went Missing (Main Street Press), Where We Went Wrong (Clare Songbirds Publishing), Folios of Dried Flowers and Pressed Birds (Cyberwit), and Into the Cracks (Golden Antelope Press). Her writing has been nominated for a National Magazine Award, a 49th Parallel Prize, an Isaac Asimov Award, eleven Pushcart awards, three Dzanc Book’s Best of the Web awards, a Rhysling Award, and two Best of the Net awards, and she has received two Midwest Writer’s Grants, a Plainsongs Award, a Sam Ragan Prize for Poetry, and a Dwarf Star Award from the Science Fiction Poetry Association.
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A great and inspiring issue Michael. Suddenly the world has changed and this issue depicts it perfectly