At Home For the Weekend
Mother smells like an old kitchen sponge
Father sips coffee from his chipped mug
Faye hums a melody searching for rhythm
The old dog lying on his back fully exposed
I should visit more often
As I left my feet for Faye to sweep
I fold the newspaper in halve
The kitchen table's front left leg
Is supported by an old dictionary
And the conversation is lost for words.
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2014
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