Caren Krutsinger Poet Personification

Not the Grandson

Here they come again to open up my door
To stare at my innards, to pick and choose.
Take the carrots! I yell. Take the tomatoes.
I know they are going to get moldy and smelly.
Why don’t they ever choose the vegetables?
Why do they buy them?
Are they trying to impress the other shoppers?
My freezer is completely full.
Open the freezer! I think, wanting to drop something hard on their toes.
Oh, no! 
It is the grandson.
He likes standing inside me, swinging on my door.
Not the grandson! I yell. But no one hears me.
I cringe as my door opens.

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L Milton Hankins November 26, 2022 at 11:39 AM You sound like a refrigerator this morning, Caren. I used to get aggravated when one of my kids would open it and just stare...for as long as I would let them. They never could tell what they were looking for. Now, I experience the same thing at 80! Caren Krutsinger November 27, 2022 at 3:37 AM My grandson who is eight does it and Joe goes NUTS every time; amusing me.