Keepers, Huh? ? ? Poem by Debora Short

Unbeknown to us
He snapped a picture
A homey setting
Fireplace-centered
His dad
Opened mouthed
Snoring
Feet up
Balding head
Shining bright
In that old
Leather easy chair
Sunday funnies
Laying on
A well- rounded
Belly
His mom
Leaning left
In an old
Painting apron
Copy of Lewis’s
Screw Tape Letters
Dropped off
To her side
She, too
Appears
To be
Snoring
Over
On that white
Couch they
Had just agreed
He could sell
He
An entrepreneurial
Light wallet-ed
College student
Made them
Into eternal
Video heroes
With his web ad
Couch for sale
Cautioning:
(Parents not included)

Keepers, huh? ? ?