Sunday, June 27, 2010

At Kids' Play Practice

Their voices echo creating a haze of sound.
It's so warm. My clothes cling.
Grammy's house ... I remember Grammy's house.
Mom and Dad played pinochle.
My brother and I sat on the kitchen floor.
Its carpet filled the room with squares, neat and orderly.
The chocolate ice cream was cool.
We stirred and stirred it into a thick creamy soup,
So good.
But we're still waiting.
The game seems to be unending,
and it's so very warm.
My eyes grow heavy.
Their voices begin to echo, then fade ....

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