Handwritten

Picnic

Oh, what a happy day

A flower basket with lace

In my hand it sway

But stays in place

I'm on my way

I greet the grass

I greet the birds

I greet the flowers

Add in some beautiful smiles

A blue bird hop onton my hand

Chirping hungry in need

I caress him and feed with seed

Sitting on my shoulder

Sounds happy in my ear

Tickling with his whisper

Mom is at the park

Dad is free from work

Waiting on the carpet

Red, white checkered

We eat

We chat

We play

We laugh

We are together

But Mom starts to yell

And Dad is getting louder

I'm bored

With the same events

Every night indeed

They talked so loud

Why again?

Why now?

Why yell?

Like the bird told me

I'm gonna make some tea

Calm myself and them

Two cups are ready

Put a bag in each

One, two, three,

Sugar is already in.

A pinch of lily from the valley

Is on top of my alley

He said it's calming,

Perfect for my parents to stop shouting

Hot water from the thermos

Pour it in every cups

Stir, stir with the spoons

Serving it ready for my beloved ones

Dad, I got you some

You got one too, Mom

Relax and have a seat

It's hot so blow it first

Mom place her hands on her chest

She's moving back and forth

Maybe she is flattered with what I made.

Dad is holding his stomach

By his groans I heard,

Maybe he is full from the tea.

Their mouths are wide open

Clear liquid comes and stream

Maybe their tea is too hot.

Or my tea is too tasty that they want more.

They are lying with eyes opened

Maybe they want to cloudgazing alone.

They are not shouting anymore.

They are not speaking.

They are not moving.

My plans are working.

I smile as I succeed

The chaos is finished

I take the keys from Mom's wallet

Promise to clean the the house for them

I went home cheerfully

Hum and enjoy my victory

Inserting the key and say,

"Oh, what a happy day."