On hot days

On mornings when husbands sleep with their wives
while the hard rains are gusting the windows,
who has a new thing to say of such lives:
old beds that squeak of soon to be widows.

On afternoons when the children stay home,
no mom sees more than they’re willing to show.
Kids would much rather leave town and just roam
on such days; they can’t leave and they can’t go.

On evenings when wives put food on the table,
the family sits in silence to eat,
and no one can move, as no one is able.
Days will go on so, disgusted in heat.

On nights when all wait for sleep before death
they feel the air of the devils own breath.


Comments on: "On hot days" (6)

  1. reminds me of stifling pre-air conditioning summers in the city as a boy

  2. very interesting! I like this one a lot πŸ™‚

  3. How perfectly you capture the heavy, depressing mood that extreme heats lays on everything, Ina! It certainly does feel like the devil’s work. XO

    • Hi Diane, thank you so much for your wonderful comments! I am glad the heat is over now, and we have a “normal” Dutch Summer πŸ™‚ with temp. about 20 C here on Terschelling. πŸ™‚ xx

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