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Click hereMorning.
Moyna pretends to sleep.
As Father makes his way to work.
And Mother,
the breakfast.
Peeking
Moyna lifts blanket.
But, Grandma in morning prayer,
with eyes to God,
does not notice.
Grandpa
eyes askance
reads newspaper, drinks tea
winks at Moyna
but never tells.
Mother
She soon will call
but till then
Moyna knows sleep
and nothing else.
there's a beguiling and slightly sneaky cascade of events as a young child enters her day. Well done...
jim : )
I agree with Tathagata on this. It is a lovely poem, gentle, and structurally very well accomplished. It's less than perfect, in my opinion, because of this broken feel it has, probably because of the missing articles. It flows, but there's something off.
One of the best of the day, nonetheless.
is going to my favorites list.
I can see the whole thing...and it captures the humanity
of that house, that room so perfectly
Great word choices and placement
I really don't know what to say except Thank You