I Don't Like Friday

In a quiet moment of personal reflection I remembered today why I don't like Friday.

Too many things end on a Friday
just as too many troubles begin....

My grandfather died on a Friday
Two years later, so did my grandmother.
Friday claimed my beloved sheltie dog.
Just as a horrible car wreck took my dear friend.

The worst day of my life found me on a Friday.

Friday was the day I self-destructed.

Nine years ago on a Friday
I let my mother down in her greatest moment of need- the most important person in my life.
It was a Friday that cancer came to visit her and stayed for quite awhile.

Friday in a fit of scared tears, at college, she called me.
Desperately needing someone to talk to- her only daughter, her best friend.
That very Friday I hung up on her as soon as she told me the news.

I was too scared to hear those words. I couldn't listen, I didn't want to.
I never touched a drop of alcohol until that Friday.
I threw my innocence away on that very Friday,
just so I could hurt myself as badly as I had hurt her.

Friday is the worst day.

Every time Friday comes my way
I remember
and I still feel the guilt.
I have not forgiven myself, but my mother has, she understood my fear before I did.

I'll take a Tuesday over a Friday
Give me a Saturday, Sunday, or Monday, even a Thursday
But spare me another somber Friday.

© 2010 Lyndsey Warren