Aunt Bobby

enjoys her beer. A headache
thuds her awake -- rolls
out of bed
over to the bathroom
a teeth brush
housecoat on and trip
to the living room -- a novel
captures her attention.

Last night the American
spy was chasing an assassin –

mommy what’s for breakfast?
from two young ones
five and eight
eager for day’s light
--in the cupboard children
cereal okay? slurred too
soon this morning.

--Who wants to get me
another beer from the fridge?
and curls up on the
couch for a satisfying read.

© Richard L. Provencher