Childhood Memory

Chaos reigns as it often does when he’s around

Yet flight is rejected

Only with complete presence can you detect the landmines before they explode

He crafts them carefully so you almost believe you put them there yourself

Complaints of a hard day of work and coming home to no dinner on the table

He bats the covered plate off the table and it crashes against the wall

The white of the eggs stick guiltily to the window

While the yoke breaks and makes a dramatic descent down the glass

Landing with silent thunder on top of the pink ham and scattered home fries

As my brothers and I run laughing hysterically from the room

Knowing our own peril, we can’t help but point out,

He is of course, right

                        Dinner is not on the table.

This poem contributed to dVersePoets Open Link Night Week 12