The TV and Xbox are quiet
no more Elves fighting Dwarves
or befriending them
The hall way is full of scattered trainers, coats
and, strangely, various hats
cowboy, trilby, tiger, Nessie
Crowded into the room above
they laugh and whisper
thinking they are silent
Sleep eludes us all………
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Ah, the days when the house was crowded with teenagers….
Find several boxes of various sizes
place them on the floor
cast sorrows into the smallest
make a grand throw of these
watch as the box splits, is soaked through with
shed and unshed tears
watch the resulting river
flow under the door
and out into the hallway
Look at the largest box, bring it into your arms
tender loving arms
hold it tight, not caring about the squashing
rumpling, loss of hull integrity
that is the box of happiness
Now fill it
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They comment as they watch me weed
and as I go, they start to plead
for freedom from their boring pen
restrictive to a busy hen.
Now free, they root, scratch and dig
As efficient as any pig
Rustling through every flower
I watch to while away the hours
Later, the washing that I carry
Commands attention, so they tarry
Weaving about by my feet
Hoping it’s something they can eat
Finally it is time to end their roam
I need to get these chickens home
A line of treats upon the grass
Leads them back to the pen at last.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Found:
Happiness and comfort
Cannot believe it
After all that struggle
Now to keep it that way
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
