Like a string of dancing bubbles,
words drift into my mind
kaleidoscope colours, carry on the wind.
I would cup my hands; capture them.
Only, I can’t. The cat, blithely jumps
onto the kitchen table
where I am trying to write, and
upstairs – the kids, fighting...again.
They thunder downstairs – daughter
buries her face in my lap, and
my son skulks and sobs, fit to burst,
saying she called him a ‘scaredy-cat’
and she, that he’d called her a ‘wuss’
first, and something else...far worse.
I tell them, ‘five minutes to tea’,
to stop it...or else, and to, please, wash up.
The moment is past – the bubbles burst,
and the soap stings my eyes.
Comments
Highhat | February 15, 2011 - 13:27
Really your bubbles didn't burst well they did burst into a great little piece of work here- great poem Tina- so realistic.
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | February 15, 2011 - 13:29
Ta, Pia...and hey, you have a lovely Tuesday afternoon, too;-)
Tina
fatboy74 | February 15, 2011 - 18:14
I have all of this to come Tina and they've already started at 2 and 4. Lovely snaphot this. :-)
Silver Spun Sand | February 15, 2011 - 18:20
Thanks,fb...and yes, you do have it coming...in more ways than one;-) Seriously though, they grow up way too quickly. Make the moment last, as long as you can.
Tina
Dynamaso | February 16, 2011 - 05:06
Puts me well in mind of the old song and a fine piece to read for my return.
insertponceyfre... | February 16, 2011 - 06:43
I agree with fatboy Tina - a lovely snapshot
Silver Spun Sand | February 16, 2011 - 09:01
Hey...Dynamaso, I've missed you;-) Welcome back, and hope things are OK with you.
Thanks for reading, and yes, "I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles", was my children's favourite song. I rocked them to sleep many a-night singing it to them, or at least trying to;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | February 16, 2011 - 09:01
Insert, many thanks;-)
Tina
skinner_jennifer | February 16, 2011 - 19:33
Tina,
I think this is a great description of family
life, you summed everything up so well. It reminded
me of Christmas spent with my partners family, how
children squabble, but soon make up very quickly.
Jenny.
RachelPatricia | February 18, 2011 - 06:02
I love this, Tina - my two are exactly the same, and my writing tends to go on the back-burner most days while I play negotiator in their little fall-outs. Could relate to this no end and I'm sure plenty of other parents could too! Very much enjoyed - your lovely poem, not the arguements ;oD
Rachel xx
Silver Spun Sand | February 18, 2011 - 11:49
Ta, Rachel. I guessed this one might strike quite a resonant chord.
Tina;-)