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Playing House
by Quinlan L GibsonYou never let me "be" before.
Your dad got sick.
You're out the door.
Don't worry about me,
I'll be fine.
I never get bored.
I'll use this time.
I did some laundry.
Cleaned your house.
Played with Chase,
with his catnip mouse.
Phoned my friends,
then made your bed.
Took a bath.
Towel on my head.
I'm in your robe.
Did the dishes.
Dinner will be ready
in 15 minutes.
Is your dad alright?
Are you ok?
Now go sit down,
you've been running all day.
*kiss* 10/22/2001 Posted on 09/20/2002
Copyright © 2025 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lizz Scott on 11/13/02 at 07:23 PM ahh, the joys of "playing house". Think I've been there. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 03/14/10 at 06:23 PM I love this piece...the rhyme scheme makes is so light and airy, not at all what I expected (was thinking more along the lines of Ibsen's "A Doll's House" when first read the title--don't know why) Anyway, this piece is just delectable...each line a morsel at your table...a pleasure to read you again, peace, jewels |
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