Family DramaA Poem by Holly Soques
Just another episode of family drama, from the teenager's point of view.
Don't ask me what's on, or what's wrong,
it's just the usual fare today
of shouting, raging, or frustrated gesticulating.
Just a normal day in the household.
There's nothing wrong, I could break out in song,
what? Why do you ask? I'm perfectly fine,
'tis just another day, no fuss, please, today,
I've plenty to consider in this new wave of family drama.
The different personas each stand firm, apart,
all angered and perplexed in equal measure.
Three, two, one... Bong!
And the game begins.
Gramps to one side, crippled, but not a force to be belittled,
fists in the air, and words thrown equally high:
"Duty!" "Respect!" "Honour!" ... he speaks in tongues,
No one understands.
Middle-aged Mother speaks for Dad as well,
(for he never could be bothered with all this, you see)
insists she understands, cares, has been through the same,
but loudly, emphatically begrudges her lot, as the unfortunate middle piggy.
Grams, ever faithful, is yet more diminutive in stature and voice, but
her mind is a steely blade, she wavers not when stating thus:
"Peace! For I'll have you know,
you're all bickering like a bunch of kids."
Speaking of kids, my brother, who is one,
like father like son, has happily abandoned
this mess of a home. Ignorant, dimwitted, annoying though he might be
at least he's a sane one. That's exactly one in this family.
As for me, well, I like to think
that I'm somewhat normal,
so I stay silent, even though I'm at the centre
of this particular episode of family drama.
© 2012 Holly Soques
AboutI am: 1) A recreational writer who enjoys occasionally dabbling with ink, though time, ability and energy constraints limit my capacity, 2) A conflicted, possibly lonely, soul with internal cont.. more..