What Day Is It?

What day is it?

The sky is blue,

The sun is hot -

No, that was yesterday.

Today’s sky is grey,

A stormy day -

No, wait, that was last week.

What day is it?

Is the month still May?

This memory from Facebook

Shows snow, not rain.

Not May?

November?

Can it be?

Last November?

Next November?

I look outside,

The sun does shine,

I see Forget-me-nots.

Forget?

Remember?

What day is it?

She taps my hand,

Ever so gently,

And asks again:

“Do you know what day it is?”

I look into her eyes,

Kind, gentle, encouraging,

Eyes that look at me

Like I remember

Looking at my newborn baby boy.

So long ago.

Or was it yesterday?

“What day is it?” I ask.

She smiles.

“Yes, dear,” she murmurs.

“Tell me. What day is it?”

I search her face,

Seeking the answer

In the lines and creases

And the smiling eyes.

But the answer is not there.

And I don’t know.

I lie back on the bed,

Staring at the white walls,

The white ceiling,

And I ask myself,

“What day is it?”