L Milton Hankins Poet Dramatic Monologue

Birth Dispute

The perpetual calendar must be wrong! 
It says I was born on December 5, 1941… 
     a Friday, 
But that can’t be, for Mama washed clothes 
     and hung them out on the line 
     the morning of the day 
I was born. 
She said it was 
     a raw, windy, blustery December day 
     when I was born 
     and everybody knows 
Mama never ever washed clothes 
     except on a Monday 
     her whole life, because 
Tuesday was for ironing, 
Wednesday was for mending, 
Thursday was for quilting, and 
Friday was for cleaning house 
     in case company came 
     over the weekend. 
So, I could have been born on 
     a raw, windy, blustery day 
     but I think it was surely 
     a Monday. 
The perpetual calendar must be wrong!

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Darlene De Beaulieu January 8, 2021 at 10:10 AM Hello Milton, It could be you were born on Dec. #rd instead. Just guessing. or you could have been born Dec 4th after she did the washing. Only guessing. enjoy your day my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu January 8, 2021 at 4:12 PM Hello L. Milton, I am a Saturday child. Born Feb. 19th. My goddaughter born on the same day as me. So double celebration. Enjoy your evening my friend. L Milton Hankins January 8, 2021 at 10:50 AM LOL. I have no idea. I always thought I was born on Monday, but the calendar says it was a Friday. I've always found it funny, so I jotted down these lines. I love writing about incidences from my childhood in narrative, free verse form. Thanks for reading and commenting. Incidentally, I was born on my older sister's 7th birthday. I've never checked to see what day she was born on!