Hour Eleven – A Sunday Evening in 1970 Mary Pecaut
We lay on the gold shag carpet
in our living room like a jigsaw
puzzle. Mother lies on her back
next to the piano. Sister rests her head
on mother’s belly. And I, in turn, pillow
my head upon my
sister’s tummy. Brother follows suit, plopping
his head upon my stomach.
It doesn’t take much.
Mother starts it all –
ha.
ha ha ha.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Aw the 70s. Gold shag carpet. Aw Yes. The laughter game with this family gave me a long lost sense of hope. Can we get back to those days?? Thank you for sharing this piece!!
I had no idea where this was going as I visualised the family joining together like a puzzle, but ended with a huge grin on my face! Fabulous imagery! 🌞