Observing Sunday

through a five year old boy

The constant crinkle of the newspaper on a Sunday morning,

            My dad’s forehead is the only thing visible over the top, I watch it crease in analyses.

 

The cat clawing at the back door to be let in,

            I wonder where his adventures took him last night, he has a new rough on his forehead.

 

My older sister running around shouting because she cannot find her lacrosse uniform,

            I saw it in the wash, if she would only actually look…

 

My mother coming back from her walk,

            She is always happy, when she comes home alone.

 

And I sit at the table slowly eating my Cheerios and milk.

            Observing. 

Author's Note

This is an extremely rough outline that i jotted down.
constructive criticism please!

Reviews

[Steve]

This is cute with some humor too. I like this.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Any typical day needs a little fine tuning. Not bad for a short piece.

[Mark]

Love it though

[Mark]

typo in line four. knew should be new.