sunday lunch

mumiza

childhood memories
crashing cutlery laughing teasing
please only one brussel sprout
elbows off the table

now silence crackles
hammering heart
confusion bewilderment
tenterhooks

boys downcast
sunday lunch reinvented as a trial
I gather myself in the tautness
speaking too brightly

no one is fooled
except maybe my youngest
our conversation bounces brittlely
covert cautious looks exchanged

He leaves
We breathe

  • Author: mumiza (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 8th, 2018 07:59
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Andrew Charles Forrest

    Wow excellent!
    Takes me back to when the lunch wasn't served ntil after the pubs kicked everyone out.
    Nervous times nicely explored great write

    • mumiza

      🙂



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