COUNTRY MUSIC.

[dadio]

Your father and other men
Play cards and smoke around the

Table in the other room.
Your mother sits knitting by

The fire listening to
The radio low. You sit

On the sofa reading a
Book sensing the fire’s warm

Glow. Your sister Kate is out
With that young man from the store

To see a movie and won’t
Be late. A man laughs out loud

From the other room and your
Mother looks up and shakes her

Head and knits on, the battered
Radio playing Country.

You turn a page of the book,
The characters coming to

Life, the tale unfolding. Your
Cousin Merle is upstairs with

Some girl although your mother
Doesn’t know she believes he’s

Studying hard in his room
Sitting digesting the books.

You listen for some sounds from
Upstairs, a small cry or shrill

Laughter from being tickled
Or bed springs moving, but all

Is hush, just the sounds of your
Mother knitting and men and

Your father talking and low
County music playing on

The radio. You picture
Merle on his bed keeping the

Girl’s voice down low shafting her
Real slow while out of the small

Window the full moon’s all glow.

[saw]

vivid scene, like trying to darn the hole in her denial.....pretty cool.......

[dadio]

thank you, saw, for reading the poem & comments.

[happytrails]

Nicely written. Very typical family scene out of the fifties. Or at least, that is my perception. It could be because that was the decade of my youth and when I used to read in the living room, while Mom knitted and country music played on the radio. Or maybe on the big old wind up gramophone.

[dadio]

thank you for reading & comments, happytrails.