Showing posts from September, 2015

The Children of the Home

The wall is yellow with spots of lines made by a pencil The orange wall across from it is filled with swirls of red and green color She sits on brown steps in-between these walls Concentrating on the images and the words of a song she plays and repeats on a phone.
The kids laugh and play along One on the drums another la-la-ing words from a song The father plays scales on his bass and plays excerpts of the kids favorite songs Everyone is full of joy  It’s comforting to live in this moment,  There are no worries The afternoon storm has passed this home.
“Pizza time! Pizza time!” the son yells to all who come through the door. “It has cheese and spinach and pepperoni” then says no more. The TV is loudly playing a show. “Teen Titans GO!”, he yells, singing along to the words of the theme song He sits quietly, enjoying his food  So transfixed is he, 
That he doesn’t notice some pieces food has fallen to floor.