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 
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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Date: 3/28/2017 7:10:00 PM
Very nice nostalgic write Reason! Enjoyed~Che :)
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Date: 3/27/2017 10:07:00 AM
Great narrative, Reason:)
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Date: 3/28/2017 9:27:00 AM
Thank you, Jo. Glad for the read.
Date: 3/26/2017 4:36:00 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!!
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Date: 3/26/2017 5:32:00 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.