welcome to my world
by jayne jaudon ferrer

There is no pink in my house—
just a rough-ridged rainbow of
red, yellow, and blue Legos
(and guns—not real ones, not even toy ones,
just imaginary ones that began life
as azalea twigs and shoe horns)
that encrust my carpet
and spread like alley cat kudzu.
Battle cries.
War whoops.
Raucous laughter.
Loud burps.
Silence, if it comes,
sits only long enough for mealtime grace.
Even then, testosterone rears its rowdy head:
Me do it!
No, me!!
No, me!!!
Thanks get returned in triplicate
at 80 decibels and 90 miles an hour,
as each one tries to make sure
his words get to Godfirst.

by Jayne Jaudon Ferrer from A Mother of Sons
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