Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Waiting for silence


"Its my turn" she said
Meaning sleeping on outside
Of their narrow bed

Pushed against the wall
They argued every night
Summer and winter

They tried top to tail
Then they tossed a coin for it
Parents listening on

Waiting for silence
As the old hall clock ticked on
Then they went to check

They peeked through the door
Sisters in each others arms
They loved each other

Image found at www.marketplace.singlelife.com


10 comments:

  1. Love! Sometimes the unconscious decides. I would imagine that's better than compromise!

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  2. Oh this is so sweet!!!!!! The way it should be.

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  3. Sweet, ideal and tender... Robin your poems are a gentle breeze.

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  4. aw...sweetness & sweetness...so love this...

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  5. Awwww..!! Lovely perspective on the prompt, Robin :D :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  6. The coin toss is a good way to settle arguments. The storyteller in you always paints so vibrantly

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  7. Of course they did! the best squabbles stem from love..i love the picture also - reminded me of Van Gogh's bedroom painting

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  8. Oh in the end maybe it's better to share after all...

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  9. So sweet. Makes me wish I had a sister. I like your story. Sibling love finds a way to compromise.

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  10. This is so sweet. Loved the poem :)

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