My Cousin Chaos
We lived in our ancestral bungalow
Three generations veneered each other
Cousin Joy, the naughtiest had died young
The gloom didn't last long as we started
Feeling his chaos continuing everywhere
When we sat to dine a musical tinkling
On bone china could be heard and we kids smiled
'Joy is with us at dinner clinking his notes!'
Most of all he followed me like my shadow
I refused to pay him attention
And he refused to leave me!
I once walked through his bedroom
Admiring the antique collection
Before a second thought could fleet in
I heard a loud crash and Aunt Rose firmly said
'Your dress brushed the statuette to death!'
At night I helped my aunt in washing the dishes
And the buttery handle slipped
Neat into my aghast hand while
The ceramic cup was left handicapped!
Another day I was carrying
The tea tray to the verandah
For grandpa with all love and respect
Bonzo, Joy's pet, was scampering around,
(A sign that he felt Joy's presence)
For a wild chase with the squirrels
I warned my invisible Cousin Chaos
To scoot off but heard his devilish laughter and
The floor was digitalised with a ceramic design!
Everyone had fond tales of their chaotic encounters
We siblings grew up having fun within his walls
One by one all we moved out to reap our lives
The silence of an empty home permanently silenced Joy's joy!
June 11, 2016
For Brian Davey
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment