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.