Joseph Jeremiah Naye Poet Free verse

The House of Khloe

Tambourines in the air;
    Whistles and bustles in a 
      rhyme.
   In the house of Khloe,
   Melodies of the heart;
   A reenactment in the farm house
     of old rhythms.

   Grand mother's tongue in cheek,
      but she is gone;
   Gone home to be with the lasses
   Free from the pains of the masses.
   The house of Chloe will never be the 
     same again.
 
   Mirth and laughter gone through the 
    back door.
   Enter the dragon, my mama with sternness  
    and a rod.
   Not to be spared for our scrawny behinds
    my mama.

   The house of Khloe has changed course
     never the same again.

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Beata Agustin June 3, 2023 at 5:04 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.