This Ain't The
Circus Of The Sun
by Rick Tornello
Grandma clamps a
laugh, yet escapes a sigh
Remembering well times gone bye
Her daughter’s answer years ago
Similar acts tonight, so apropos: |
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“What
have I always said?
And
What DON’T we want to do tonight?”
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Grandparental taciturn silenced stare) To that first question
raised above,
A silence with falsely pondered thought,
and
For a second,
And then, and then…
Replied with a smile, with a grin:
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“The
house is not a jungle gym?”'
“And
so what else have you to say?”
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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:
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“Let’s-not-visit-the-emergency-room-again?” |
As if to reinforce
the admonition
Adding to the loco-motion
Through the air the little on flies
Smiling all the while glides
From the fifth step high
Into the arms of her big sister crashing
slides. |
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Grandma
clamps a laugh, escapes a sigh.
“Stop! Enough! Or I may die.
To the kitchen for some pie.”
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By
RdotTornello © 2015 & The Village idiot
Press
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