Madeleine

She laughs and hums a tune, says its stupid to lie, she’ll leave that to me, like a dog far from home, she doesn’t want a fight, just leave her alone, the elephant in the room, trumps another sigh, the children make her blue, always late coming home, their ask’s a constant why, she worries when they roam, if they blow the juice, she’s sick of denying, what is left to rue, guilty people do atone, but this snuffled exercise, a constant runny nose, she says because of you, hands supplicate the sky, what else is she to do, take up flying?