Pots and pans in a youngster’s hands
Clash, Clang, Bang.
The hollow sound of wood on cast iron,
a piercing shrike of joy
followed by that gurgling stream of infectious laughter.
Momma can’t be mad at that—
Clash, Clang, Bang.
Now onto the lids and the metal spoons,
metal on metal: a treat.
That ear-splitting ting-a-ting ting,
Momma could almost be mad at that—
Clash, Clang, Ting-a-ting, Bang.
Next try the knives on the
cheese grater, shuck shuck, back and forth.
No, Baby, no.
Momma can be mad at that—
Clash. Clang. Bad Baby. Bang.
About the Creator
Alana Boyles
A lifelong aspiring writer with a Master's Degree in Marine Biology & Ecology.
Passions include literature, music, travel, and environmentalism.
Follow along on IG @alanalb93, creator of @pendragon_studios and @forever_epigram.
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