The Changling

ate together, conversation
fish and chips, 'bout this and that
and mountain dew, the German language
buttered veggies, lederhosen
wiped the mouth, glad to see ya
and walked away. 'nough said.

ate together, conversation
diet soda, new breasts
fruit and water, grow the hair out
crystal light, a touch of makeup
napkin corners, "catch up honey"
sauntered out. a wave goodbye.

Solitude (v2)

White walls washed with plain intentions
Small box pushes colored pictures
No sound from the box or bed

White noise from the outside chatter
Coded colors from the ceiling
Other voices, not for her

White face stuck with no expression
Voiceless visage in the sheets
Colors may be in her mind

Generations

When I was four, a generation died
Chips and gifts are all I remember of him.
The stale room of old carpet, old TV, old glasses, older man

At thirty, the next generation died
Cards and stories are what I remember
The fair, cartoons, and weeks of time with older man

The next one's Dad, how much more time
On his knee, in his arms, soaking up time with an older man
Taught by, loved by, and guided by an older man

God willing, when my turn comes in time
Cards, stories, knees, laps, arms and time with me, an older man,
Will be remembered by generations whose time is yet to come and yet to be.