AND THE ASSIGNMENT IS: write a poem that incorporates “the sound of home.” Think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore.
“MUM! HE TOOK MY ICE CREAM!” would run along the hall;
Then echo down the staircase and pierce through every wall!
“I’M TRYING TO MAKE YOUR DINNER!” Mum would then combat;
“AND GIT BACK IN THIS KITCHEN, YOU SHOULDNT’VE LEFT WITH THAT!”
T’was the typical lazy morning — sometimes mid-afternoon;
Sprawled out on the carpet, watching Saturday cartoons.
Then the ear-piercing shrill of a kettle, announced hot water for tea;
For Gram, who helped in the kitchen and kept Mum company.
“Listen to your Mother,” she would re-iterate;
“Or you’ll explain this to your father, when he gets home late.”
“DO NOT HIT YOUR SISTER!” and “DO NOT PAINT YOUR BROTHER!”
Was heard almost as often as: “LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER!”