Frustration” by Walter W. Quinn III

 

 

“Mommy?” softly rising.

Sniffling. Sobbing. Scratching.

“I don’t feel so good, Mommy…”

“Honey?” gently rising.

Scritching. Swishing. Smushing.

“It’ll be better, honey.”

“Sonny?” voice rising.

Sounding. Slamming. Surrounding.

“Keep it down, sonny!”

 

Sniffles stifled. Broken by time.

Year by year, chime by chime.

Younger now older.

Meeker now bolder.

 

“Mommy?” sniffles rising.

“Hunny?” arms rising.

“SONNY!” arms falling.