Voices upstairs, new to my ears.
You once spoke softly
In the wee hours of the morning,
Lovingly I assumed,
But now you yell,
Punctuating my morning slumber
With loud, angry words
I cannot understand.
There is tension in my shoulders now,
Which travels down to my inner being.
It brings back memories of a time
I have long chosen to forget —
A time in my childhood I vowed never to repeat
But unfortunately could not escape.
To escape your loud rants though,
I rise and begin my day —
Praying for peace of mind —
My mind —
But perhaps I should pray for your peace as well.
Time passes —
I am no longer in my room,
And so your noise escapes me for a moment.
Then without really noticing,
There is silence again,
For it seems one of you
Has left for the day.
I silently wish your return be met with peace.
May you both rise tomorrow
Speaking softly like you once did,
In loving tones,
Reminding me of happier childhood times
When my parents carried on in like manner.
Well wishes to you both, new neighbors …
* Originally published May 2015
Contents written: May 25 2015 | Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises.