It's Still Life

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