Wednesday, March 29, 2017
A little boy is relevant.
I said that once in our family room.
My parents ignored me:
they were used to my absurdities.
The dog slept at my father's feet
and somewhere in the house,
the cat chased his tail.
On the night that I left,
the cat was sleeping with my parents
and the dog, well,
he looked up at the door
and rolled over.
(Note: One of my first poems, written when I was around 15.)
Pax et bonum