Reason A. Poteet Poet Narrative

A Corner Window

When Mamá grabbed the broom
as my brother and I fought,
we'd head into the bedroom
and fighting came to naught.

Mom and Pop were foreigners
always looking for more work.
We were sent to our corners
for acting like a jerk.

We each had a small table;
we had two crates for chairs.
It was our homework stable
and we stored "our" toys there.

A window in each corner, 
was the very best part
"Una ventana de esquina"
One faced a shopping mart.

The other window faced
a playground and the street
There it was fun to trace
the kids we'd chanced to meet.

I can hear Mamá's call
"Limpiar, niños", don't grouse 
spring...summer...winter...fall...
It's time to clean the house.

It's time to get re-cornered,
new windows change our view.
Mamá's broom now labored 
in work it was made to do.


revised March 28, 2017

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Cheryl Hoffman March 28, 2017 at 7:10 PM Very nice nostalgic write Reason! Enjoyed~Che :)

Joanna Daniel March 27, 2017 at 10:07 AM Great narrative, Reason:) Reason A. Poteet March 28, 2017 at 9:27 AM Thank you, Jo. Glad for the read.

Andrea Dietrich March 26, 2017 at 4:36 PM this is SO cool, REason. Glad I got to see YOUR corner poem for today!!! for some reason I was thinking you were female, but if this poem is taken for your own truth, you were a boy!! Reason A. Poteet March 26, 2017 at 5:32 PM Grew up with a brother, raised two boys and am helping raise two grandsons -- I think and talk boy language; but no I am really a female, always have been, always will be. In this day and age, you almost can't tell. The story however, is true for other boys who live in a crowded city.