Welcome back to the Daily Poem here on the Close Reeds Podcast Network.

I'm David Kern.

Today's poem is by Janet Lewis, a poet who lived from 1890 to 1998.

She was an American novelist and poet.

The poem I'm going to read today is called Remembered Morning.

It goes like this.

The axe rings in the wood and the children come, laughing and wet from the river,

and all goes on as it should.

I hear the murmur and hum of their morning forever.

The water ripples and slaps the white boat at the dock.

The fire crackles and snaps.

The little noise of the clock goes on and on in my heart,

of my heart parcel and part.

Oh, happy early stir, a girl comes out on the porch and the door slams after her. She sees the wind in the birch and then the running day catches her

into its way. So this is a poem that I think will be pretty poignant for the moms and dads who are listening.

I'm particularly fond of the way the poem begins with the children coming into the home,

and it ends with them going out.

The axe rings in the wood, and the children come is the first two lines.

And then the last two lines are. And then the running day catches her into its way.

My children are still pretty young. You know, they're on eight, eight and under eight actually.

And so the running day catching them into its way is not something I'm totally familiar with what that feels like,

except in as much as any day carries each of us in its way.

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