As the dust settles in
On the coffee table,
I smile.
The rising sun
Elusive and innocent
Illuminates their faces as they sleep:
My brother-
All stubborn scowls
And groans.
My father-
Weatherbeaten and wizened.
My mother-
Pining and tired.
Youthful shadows creep into our home
On tiptoe,
Grinning impishly.
Barefoot, I greet them.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 3:05 AM UTC
As the dust settles in
On the coffee table,
I smile.
The rising sun
Elusive and innocent
Illuminates their faces as they sleep:
My brother-
All stubborn scowls
And groans.
My father-
Weatherbeaten and wizened.
My mother-
Pining and tired.
Youthful shadows creep into our home
On tiptoe,
Grinning impishly.
Barefoot, I greet them.
It's one of those afternoons.
