Selective Memories
They sat,
Myrt and George,
In the shadow of darkness
And Sundowned memories
They get a little forgetful, these days.
They sit, in a house much too quiet
Flying backwards
Through pages of time
And oh, how they miss
The muffled echoes
Of little children’s voices,
Butterfly kisses,
And tiny little footsteps
Running down the stairs
Missed it...
That is…
Until those rotten little kids
Moved in next door
Then they heard...
The sounds of raucous laughter
Crying
Shameless screaming
Yelling
And really ferocious fighting
And words like…
Like…
Like…
(gasp)
Pee Pee
And you big Poo Poo
Poor Myrt. Poor George.
So Myrt,
She got out of her chair, and declared…
I ain’t gonna
Take this any more.
She ups and pounds on the parent’s door,
And as tenacious as an Alley Cat,
She exclaims…
MY KIDS were NEVER like that
But the Young Folks didn’t believe her!
(and neither did George)
Written and composed for the multi-challenge
Using the following phrases
All Star challenge phrase
The Shadow of Darkness
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The FOS challenge phrase
A Little Forgetful These Days
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The Free Verse challenge phrase
Butterfly Kisses
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Tuning Up challenge
Using the song 'Sundown'
By Morning Song
© 2009 Morning Song
(All rights reserved)
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