Open the red front door
and you’ll hear noise for sure,
there’s toddlers playing in the entry
and teenagers looking through the pantry,
Mom is talking on the phone
and all 7 kids happily spending time at home;
reading and writing what they may,
guiding one another through the day,
with laughs and giggles,
fonching and wiggles,
board games and electronics,
through the kitchen Tara frolics.
Beau’s trying to sell a candy bar
to Greg in their messy room,
Aaron and Lisa playing a game
with a golf ball and a broom.
Bri and Chandra shut the door
to turn up Bryan Adams a little more,
and a hard working Dad
just laying in his bed,
while has middle child removes his shoes
so he can rest his head.
Mama just said bye
to the relative on the phone,
so she can cuddle up
to the man who’s finally home.
And slowly but surely,
all 7 trickle in,
to sit upon that sleep comfort bed
that Mom and Dad are in.
Some of us are falling off,
some of us are hogging space,
many of us are overlapping,
Beau’s nasty feet are in my face.
But I’m happy as a clam
with the whole Fam dam,
just basking in the moment
as time ticks upon the clock,
I’ll keep it in my heart,
protect it with a lock;
then I’ll write about it in 20 years
and stick it on a note. . .
give it to the parents,
who inspired what I wrote.
Copyright ©2008 Lisa Jenae Steed
