Friday Morning Poem by Ghada Shahbender
Friday Morning
A blank wall the ugly color of dust
Two drain pipes covered in pigeon droppings and rust
I roll down the shutters to keep Friday morning out
The humid air, the children who swear and the parents that shout.
Newspapers, a cigarette and a huge coffee cup
Heart pouring to Kika, waiting for my children to wake up.
Remembering the years when they came to my bed at dawn
Droopy eyes and toothless mouths open wide in a sweet breathed yawn.
They have grown up and I have aged.
The boys actually drive and the girl is engaged.
I tell the parrot it’s been a wonderful trip.
I pick up my coffee and take another sip.
Your details are wonderfully chosen, Ghada. It's so readable, and, well, real. I came to every rhymed couplet, hoping that it would be as good as the last. And it was! I'm not sure who Kika is..the parrot?
It's like one of our newspapers advertises - 'All human life is there'... and somehow, it makes us feel better just to read it...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 4:06:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What a lovely poem, enjoyed every line. Sincerely Ernestine Northover