This morning he came back-pounding
on my chest-frantic
for me to hear him
to let him out
to let him in.
.
He was in earnest,
desperate to tell me something-
dreadful.
.
So much he had to say about the days
past, present
and future.
About mistakes and missteps and things
and how they should have
could have
been.
About what went wrong
all the while
beating that song
with his insistent drum
into my chest.
.
He had to tell me
he had to say
what must be done
today.
Preemptive measures to
preempt any future displeasures
.
His hammering
so persuasive
I thought-
briefly-
I considered letting him in.
Perhaps he could warn me
help me
prevent some distant but impending
disaster.
.
So I sat
by the window
coffee in hand
and thought.
.
Until the little one came
to disrupt my moment
and said,
“The bunnies think the snow is ice cream.”
and asked,
“Can you make turkey pancakes?”
.
There in an instant
all became clear
And I made my decision
.
Taking a deep breath
I sent my friend away.
There is no place for him
in a world of ice cream snow
and turkey pancakes.
Lovely poem/story :). Children often bring things quickly into perspective.
Thank you!!! I am so sorry that it took me so long to respond. After I posted my last poem, I pretty much had to shut down the computer and shift gears, which, as you know, is not easy when you write poetry because sometimes inspiration strikes and, if you are swamped with other commitments, you have to ignore it, or put it on the back burner and hope it returns. Wouldn’t it be lovely to live in a cabin in the mountains and just write? Ahhhh…a girl can dream. Now, I’m going to get back into the swing of things and catch up on all the poetry I missed this week. Looking forward to reading yours!