The Right Write Rite

Frustration

Little voices

Big voices still talking loudly

Please, leave me alone to my book, let it be

It's okay. I'll make the tea, I'll pick up the room. I don't need silence. I don't need the quite.

The pew pew's and the laughter. The loud booming from the back room. The sound of the washer, the click of the keyboard. It's okay. They are my symphony. The pounding feet my cresendo. The timer buzzes and the smell of freshness fills the kitchen. More running feet, some smiles.

My turn for smiles, my turn for frustration that cookies won't last, big eyes looking up at me won't last. I can't decide it if is frustration or fear. maybe both. As the clock ticks, I know I won't have THIS time back. I can't take out the battery. I can't close the windows, but that is okay. I don't need the quite. I don't need the silence. Because I don't want it gone. I just hope I remember this time when I feel like screaming out to join my boy's voices. Frustration isn't so bad, and I want a cookie.