Games In The Head Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Not looking forward to the day of tomorrow fighting
against a blocked nose and the stench wafting up
from downstairs then my cell phone whirred with a
message left - Mme Pompadour texting that our
building will be closed until cleansed - good news,
couldn't stand life in that trench totally lacking in
oxygen, the past few days were like a spell in hell

Hoping after this respite we shall sit tight without
sewage spills to contaminate the air - freedom to
read in peace tomorrow, living in the pearly glow
of the golden sun on kitchen walls & enjoying the
funny remarks of my son holding a mirror up to me,
playing the same kind of games in his head I used
to play - his characters are a lieutenant and a

Commandant and soldiers - while mine used to be
Mr Coulibac & Mme Sarawak - it's strange to find
our kids carry the same games and thoughts