Merrilee

The whine splits open my melon head,
Which is green in the window-field light.
She sags in crumbs and crying,
Whinging and whining.
One second is all it takes for it to pour
From the sulky, tremulous clouds,
And to pour right as rain in Carriage F.
She is snap happy now she has
Deftly nabbed her dads attention, and
Grabs his hands as she arranges the cards.
He is quieter, more detached from
The rest of the clan.
I think it may be resign-mentality.
She is losing at the card game, all
Giggley giggles to be playing with
A grown-up.