Thursday, June 28, 2012

A Thursday Poem

Foreboding Silence
By Julie McElhinney

Noise and clanging everywhere
Miniature me without a care,
Suddenly I realize it is far too quiet
As a contrast to the previous riot.

I know that girl is up to no good
Is crayon on the wall or scratches in the wood,
What are you doing oh silent one
I think you might be having too much fun.

I put down the laundry and cleaning bags
I turn away from that pile of rags,
To search for that hiding girl
With big blue eyes and blond bobbing curls.

I expect to find chaos with toys all a skew
I’ll try to stay calm oh yes that’s what I’ll do,
So you wouldn’t imagine my great surprise
To find you sleeping with closed princess eyes.

1 comment:

  1. What a cute poem! I have the same reaction when the cats are quiet; what are they up to? lol.