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