A Grievance

I hate the prepositional phrase "at the pump."

That is all.

Another Day- Back to the Same Old Place

Veiled eyes
Hooded with long lashes lowered

Chin tilted toward the floor.

A dejected boy quietly enters the room
And slips into his chair -
Wishing to remain unnoticed.

His usual sparkling eyes and eager grin -
Lost in the morning’s cruelties.

Boy, I feel your need to disappear,
Your desire for things to be different
And inside I rage.

Calm arrives on the image of my father’s face before me.
I see his sad eyes and serious, reflective face.

And yet, twitches of a smile are tugging at his mouth.
His deep, patient, calm, voice speaks,

“Remember girlie, the challenge is to keep your head when all around you are losing theirs.”
I’m refocused, comforted and reminded.

Boy, hear my father’s words and know that you too will prevail.

Contributed By Big M