Posted by Ashley in Poetry
Late Night Interrogations
“What were you like as a boy?”
“Shorter,” the father answers.
“What were you like as a baby?” the child
asks.
“Loud.”
“What were you like in school?”
The father tucks the yellow blanket
Around his son.
“Smart.”
The son twists, kicking the blanket off
With his red footed pajamas.
“What were you like when you met mommy?”
“Stupid,” he smiles.
“What were you like as a teenager?”
“Foolish,” he sighs.
The father moves to the door,
Switches the light off. “Wait-!
What were you like at my age?” he asks
His last question.
The father smiles again.
“Curious,” he says softly into the dark,
And he closes the door.
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I like it but I almost feel like you should switch the what were you like when you met mommy around with what were you like as a teenager, but I do understand the cycle you put there with asking about when he was young to old and then asking about when he was young again. Make any sense? Good stuff, keep writing!
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