Grand Pair
The kid on candy, whirlygig, hitting me
with plastic bottle. When I protest, throws
soft blanket, covers my head. And he won’t quit.
Stop it I say, and he doesn’t.
So I try to get his attention, make him obey
with hands by his side,
but my laughter grows wider and wider
and it's my laughter I can’t control.
He sees my tremors, my tee hee teeth.
Somehow I make my point.
It’s not til later on when he tells ME to stop
and I do
and I remind him, he too
needs to stop,
when I ask him too.
We make a grand pair.
12/14/2020
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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