My house was not silent
Not silent at all
There was screaming and shouting and anger in the air
And the bang bang bangs as doors slammed
And the silent sobbing that sounded through the walls
My house was not silent
Not silent at all
Though I wish it be silent
Only sometimes
Because there was good noise
Like my mother telling me she loves me
Or my dad telling me exciting stories when he was actually home
Or hearing my brother laugh as he watched TV
There was good noise
I love good noise
And buried in the bad noise was love and kindness
Like how my mother and my dad tried not to fight in front of their four and six year olds
And how they stayed together to try to make sure their babies had a good childhood
And that showed love
And that was all we ever needed
Because one day
One day
The fighting ended
The rings were sold
And everything was perfect
Everything was perfect
So sometimes in the bad noise
There is good noise
You just have to listen
Oh my gosh, beautiful poem! I love the recurring, concentrated themes throughout.
ReplyDeleteI love love love the idea of "good noise". Aside from being able to identify with it, because it sounds a lot like my house when I was young, it also reminds me to value that "good noise" and to be grateful for it. Really, really nice work!
ReplyDeletei love the last line! you really show, not tell! :)
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