Role Models NaPoWriMo

Morning Dew on Litter

Morning Dew on Litter (Photo credit: elycefeliz)


Role Models




My mother’s kitchen window overlooked

my father’s shed which made it rather hard

for each to treat the other as not there.

She’d slam pans on cupboard tops

he’d reply by banging nails;

conversations lasting hours.


When his lunch was on the table,

she’d open the door to let him know,

then sit out on the step with an ashtray

and twenty menthol cigarettes.

Thursday nights, she painted on her smile,

went out to meet the girls from work.


He’d venture indoors and stare around

like a tourist in a foreign land.

Precisely fifteen minutes before her return

he’d go back to his shed, sit in the dark,

waiting until her light went out.


To pass the time,

he gouged lumps

out of a piece of pine.




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  1. Good poem, kinda sad though. Thanks for visiting my blog.

    • You’re welcome – and thanks for visiting mine and taking the time and trouble to leave a comment 🙂

  2. Love how the situation speaks so much for itself. Beautiful work.

    • Thank you. After visiting your blog, I’m really flattered that you enjoyed this. It’s late now, but I’m looking forward to reading much more of your work.

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