I can hear people quarreling
Sirens echoing in the air
The rumbling sound from the man cutting grass
The vehicles passing with their loud horns honking
The hammering from the repair man
Followed by his repetitive sawing
Leaving my teeth with numbness
My ears pounding like a tortured soul
Now the clap of thunder
Down comes the pouring rain
The noise in my ear
I find it hard to concentrate
even though inspiration comes
I have to wait
Mommy are the loudest cry
The tugging on my arm
that makes it impossible to write
She is now in my arms
screaming for attention
I must resume later
because there is so much tension.
So inspiration I hope I grab you later
Because there is someone more important
than my pen and my paper.
K.Jones
