Showing posts with label duty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label duty. Show all posts

Monday, April 21, 2014

Handout

The King of Persia arrives on time
The Queen of Sheba fashionably late

He saves the table in the shade
Her complexion susceptible to sun

The King wears beige Armani suits
The Queen prefers blue jeans and silver jewelry

He wishes she would be a bit less casual
She feels regal in anything she wears

They drink coffee
Preparing to receive their subjects

The King nods
The Queen sometimes speaks

The poor crazies know of his generosity
They approach for a handout

The Queen looks to the side
Disdain on her face

The King gives the expected doles
Waving the minions away with a flourish

Every day the Queen heaves a sigh of relief
Hands the newspaper to the King

Both sip their coffee
Occasionally looking up to survey their realm
©kcasady2014


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Veteran

Today he was gone
The room was empty
Devoid of the young veteran
Sitting at the table
Lap top humming
Working
On something
Perhaps a paper
A resume
Earnest in demeanor
Serious
Accomplishing his task

But today he was gone
That quite handsome
Busy young man
Very young
Too young
A veteran
Of what
Iraq
Afghanistan 
Comrades dead
IEDs
Snipers
Friendly fire

But today he was gone
Hopefully not dead
Yet
Perhaps called up again
Another tour
A trip to exotica abroad
Maybe this time safely to Germany or Japan
Or probably he just finished his paper
©kcasady2014






Thursday, April 10, 2014

Pink Tutu

She couldn’t save her
Nobody could
It was an impossible job to fulfill
She danced as fast as she could
Wearing shiny patent leather tap shoes then
Tiny dainty ballet slippers accented by frilly pink tutus

She played piano sweetly
The notes floating around the house
Attaching themselves to Clemente sonatinas and Mozart sonatas then
Recitals filled with Schumann and Bach

She read hundreds of books
Journeying though thousands of fantastic worlds
Keeping up a running travelogue then
Earned decent grades
Had good friends

Still she couldn’t save her
The sweaty hand always on her arm
While walking down long halls
Or through the mall
The anxiety kept barely beneath the surface

Your mother was never as happy as when she brought you home her aunt said
The baby that was supposed to fix her
Bring her joy and normalcy
The girl child charged with those herculean tasks

Fix your mother
Make her better
Fill her world with joy
Crowd out the angst

But she couldn’t save her
Perhaps to the disappointment of others
Always put to the test
Do it small blond girl they’d say
Make your mother happy
We demand it

But she couldn’t save her
No one could
Not a tiny baby
Not a small child
She tried
Unwittingly
Just by being and doing
Unknowingly knocking her young head against an impenetrable wall

And one day
At eight years old
Her mother told her that she'd have to get herself ready and off to school all on her own
Mrs. Glazer doesn’t get up for Gary in the mornings any more she told her and I am not getting up for you

And so she fixed her own breakfast
Packed her lunch
And got herself to school on time
Never knowing how odd that was
Thinking nothing of it
Just doing it
Being independent

But she still couldn’t save her
©kcasady2014