Kids they come to eat, to jet in and out -
dragging clothes behind their dolled up outer wear, or boys with necessities of chill, hanging on for speed, dialing in games, performance based eating, dawdling about in blue, gray they swallow, they seem healthy states of knowing parentage. But give them space for deciding important topics, peanut butter, jelly, jam for dolls given caringly to girls to stay and drink tea, teacups for houses, though small, stylish, painted pink - often it is for housing soup, bending in ways, splaying across furniture, slippery noodles, they seem satisfied with fries. Happy meals, happy dancing about the floor, to see another toy, unhappy with mine, or not to be dragged about as though marionettes twiddled about, dangling feet, hands as they make messes, the best advice for parents and darling demons, though in silence they proceed as angels. It's about time for grilled cheese, American, styled to butter, crisped and delightful, melted, like on pizza, that shows handsomely a style of scarfing, talking more than eating you do, glued to games, to cells without the need for greens, broccoli, cauliflower, celery; it's time for best pratices and another gaggle of kids. © 2015 Larry Ingram
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