Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …


21 March 2013


Like an angry swarm of bees,

growing angrier by the second,

mom canvassed the neighborhood,

calling out my name,

asking anyone she saw if

they had seen me.


It wasn’t that I was missing,

just that she thought I was.


Exasperated, she returned home,

bitching and complaining

to my younger sisters,

yelling and threatening to mete out

severe punishment when she found me!


My sisters laughed, only making it worse,

then finally told her:

"Mom, calm down. He is in his room,

in his bed sleeping!"


She just assumed,

never bothered to even look.


We laughed about it later

and it became one of those stories

mom always told,

until it became almost legendary.

21 March, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry | , ,

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