Tuesday, November 17, 2015

THIS AIN’T THE CIRCUS OF THE SUN

Grandma clams a laugh, yet escapes a sigh

Remembering well times gone bye

Her daughter’s answer years ago

Similar acts tonight, so apropos:

“What have I always said?

What DON’T we want to do tonight?”

And

(You know that Grandparental taciturn silenced stare)

To that first question raised above,

A silence with falsely pondered thought,

and

For a second,

And then,

Replied with a smile, with a grin:

“The house is not a jungle gym?”

“And so what else have you to say?”

Grandma knows the one that answers first looses face,

So taciturn silence follows hence.

Deep thought’s silence again…though we know

They know,

and

that we know they know,

And then,

staccato’s laughing refrain:

“Let’s-not-visit-the-emergency-room-again?”

As if to reinforce the admonition

Adding to the loco-motion

Through the air the little one flies

Smiling all the while glides

From the fifth step high

Into the arms of her big sister crashing slides.

Grandma clamps a laugh, escapes a sigh.

To the kitchen for some pie.”

“Stop! Enough! Or I may die.

The end