when i was five (or six?)
and life was a constant vacation at home,
i'd have these small, plastic eggs every colour of the rainbow
painted bright and well and pretty.
my sister told me that one day
if i showered them with all of my love and affection
they'd finally hatch
into huge, colourful birds who'd sing me songs.
"promise."
and i did.
i'd hug them close to my chest every hour of the day
and shield them away from any harm
and even though they didn't
have any ears,
i didn't let them hear the screams
nor the moans.
i told them we were happy
and i promised them we'd all wake up another day
and i drew pictures
beautiful, beautiful pictures
of what they'd grow to finally become
soon.
i didn't tell them what he made of it.
and i'd tuck them all into bed,
kissing them farewell and i'd whisper
a small wish to ensure
they'd always be safe,
even though he was always around
and he'd utter such, such terrible things too
he was always loudest
at night.
yet, one day,
when they were finally
gone
i never did hear any sweet, lilting tunes
to brighten my day.
all i did hear was only
the constant wailing
of another little baby boy
upstairs.
A/N: Fun fact. Everyone I asked got an entirely different interpretation of this than what I originally wrote of. Like, I have four different stories regarding the persona in this piece from four different people.
So, you know what would be cool?
Please do share your own interpretation of this. That would be awesome! Haha. Thank you.