Six Lonely Tiles On A Refrigerator Door
One hundred pieces of plasticDull white
Hanging on my refrigerator door
Some lettering crisp and sharp
Kids pass by
Opening the door
Looking at the letters
Arranging them
Making obscene message
Trying to out do each other
The are used to hurt
Embarrass and torment
One day
The kids gone
The house is quiet
Quieter than ever before
No shouting
No yelling
Not a sound
I look at the fridge
The words have been arranged.
The bad messages are gone
All but six placed on the table
Neat piles
Unnaturally neat piles
Those six tiles
Writing a message I never thought I would see
"Thank you. We love you Dad"
It is times like this
These moments
When six tiles
Six lonely tiles
Say more than all of the words
All of those tiles
Ever could
Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Written on 2007-11-13 at 02:53
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