[Read Write Poem prompted us to write about contrasting things.]
Tension and Release
I flew out to be with Mom,
when Daddy was in the hospital.
There was not much I could do
except to be there,
keeping her company,
making sure she ate,
and offering to drive
when she was too tired.
Between trips to the hospital
I helped clean the house
and run errands.
We needed to fix
the large throw rug in the living room
since it would not stay put
on the wall-to-wall carpeting.
One evening found us
in our night clothes,
kneeling in the living room,
affixing a sticky pad
to the back of the rug.
That was the plan.
But our hands stuck to the sticky-pad
and our knees tangled in our nightgowns,
until we were like human flies
struggling in flypaper
or a giant spider web.
We started giggling,
and soon rolled on the floor
weak from laughing
because we couldn't stop,
and thinking it was a good thing
that the neighbors didn't hear us.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
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4 comments:
If Michele had not sent me here, I would have missed this poem. I loved it.
Thanks, Gautami. It was late for the prompt. I'm glad you got a chance to read it.
This made me laugh. I have a little apple-shaped rug just like that and it won't stay put on the carpet--it's a gypsy.
Anyway, the ending made me laugh. And isn't that just the way of it? One can't keep joy out, any more than sorrow.
xo
Blossom
Thanks, Fireblossom.
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