Post-war Scenes | Theodora Oniceanu

There is a war inside me,
Tears are fighting for their rights and contents _
One’s rough, the other one too kind,
I don’t know which one to fear the most,
It’s crazy going mad inside this house of mine;
I wonder for how much longer they can keep it like that...
I wonder for how much longer my indifference can cover their fights.
Red dust, prize of Mars for being such a good fighter,
Sprayed green grass over your shoulders coming back home,
No food fight in the house though, please,
It is too hilarious
To be covered in sweet fires extinguishing cream.

Poet's note: Poem written to sweeten-up the moods a little after memories of domestic fights brought to light. It is part of my collection of poems under the title "Christmas Afflatus" to be published.