The Radio Was Always Playing
I recall
the kitchen was always warm.
The radio was always playing.
Condensation on the windows.
Net curtains. Yellowed. Frilly tie-backs.
Ruffled aprons with long ties.
Politics in the living room.
Stinging scents — cigars, whiskey.
Cheers, they’d say.
The children,
They were told to go play.
So they did.
NaPoWriMo Day 2 ©Misky 2021 Shared with #apoemaday on Twitter
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