Sirrus Poe



Molded Cheese
 

All alone

The door is locked

As I nibble my supper

Of molded cheese

Slid under the hollow

Paneled door of our trailer

Hours ago.

Scooby Doo dashes through

Being chased by unseen ghosts

Out of the living room

Where my brother and sister

Are sitting in front of the ten inch

Black and white screen

Watching him and Shaggy run.

I enjoy the show too

Because that dog is mine

And the show is mine

To create.

I laugh as he begs for a snack

To strengthen his courage

To return to the ghost's room

To solve the mystery.

I toss him what's left

Of my molded cheese

In hopes he will return

Afterwards to play with me again.
 
 

Watching the Snow Stop Falling

The snow

stopped falling

hours ago and we were ready

to frolic in thick layers of

powder.
 
 

Planning

like all brothers

and sisters do in times

like these, building snowmen, throwing

snowballs,
 
 

Making

snow angels to

kiss the rolling, puffing

clouds hiding away the crisp heaven

above.
 
 

The three

of us bundled

up in our warmest coats

pulling on our goulashes ready

for fun.
 
 

We ran

for the back door

to begin our quest of

taming winter’s grasp upon our

tiny world.
 
 

Mother

asks where we are

going, her eyes burning

through them into me, questioning

only me.
 
 

“We are

going out to

play in the snow before

dark and dinner and daddy gets home

tonight.”
 
 

We all

agree because

daddy gets all of our

attention considering he

stays gone
 
 

To meet

our needs as a

family and prepare

us for the rest of our lives to-

gether.
 
 

She smiles

nodding for them

to go and fulfill their

fun just as we had planned to-

gether.
 
 

They turn

wondering why

they must leave me behind

to be excluded from the fun

outside.
 
 

She urges

them out into

the skin numbing joy that

awaits them through the beckoning

doorway.
 
 

They leave

me standing all

alone to face what might

fly from her lips, swing from her arms

and legs.
 
 

No words

just nods in the

general direction

of our room down the dark hallway

to watch.
 
 

She wants

me to watch them

enjoying themselves in

the pristine glory of the soft white

powder.
 
 

I did

watch through the glass

till daddy came home then

told him I didn’t feel well enough

to play.
 
 

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