Tornadoes In the Parlor

Tornadoes in the Parlor Tornadoes in the parlor, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, too, churned every hour that Pa was home. Sis could tell you more because she'd help Ma board up the house when I'd walk out the door and ride my bike around the block. If you find Sis today, she’ll tell you funnels tore the basement, too. So what, you say? Well, Dad’s been dead for seven years and I know Sis is somewhere. She needs to know good weather here is still a squall. Donal Mahoney