Scenes from the Playroom


Now Lucy with her family of dolls

Disfigures Mother with an emery board,

While Charles, with match and rubbing alcohol,

Readies the struggling cat, for Chuck is bored.


The young ones pour more ink into the water

Though which the latest goldfish family swims,

Laughing, pointing at naked, neutered Father.

The toy chest is a Buchenwald of limbs.


Mother is so lovely; Father, so late.

The cook is off, yet dinner must go on.

With onions as her only cause for tears

She hacks the red meat from the slippery bone,

Setting the table, where the children wait,

Her grinning babies, clean behind the ears.


                                 R. S. Gwynn (b. 1948).