She slept as light
As a butterfly’s flight.
Then I pleaded to her
Not yielding to her
Inner haste.
Still time for a cupper
No.
She had been told to leave
The Red Tower at ten a.m.
By whom?
She wouldn’t listen to me
Offering her a stay till twelve.
Off she strutted to the lift
Swearing at me not helping
Her enough
Although I offered ma help
But only once I was dressed.
We still could have fresh
Ground coffee
But it shouldn’t be.
Headstrong to stubborn
Runs in her family of
Three sisters and a brother.
Dear God.doG raeD
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’17.