Screen and Spring
In our home we had a screen we children
greatly despised, for it was in collusion with
Spring and no matter how soft our slipping
out, it would creak out our attempt to lift
the latch to escape the inside chores
mamma would inquire did you clean your room
or some such indoor imprisonment before
we could get past that infernal door of doom
and it was just as vigilant always on guard
when late in evening past curfew we’d try
to slip in not to wake mamma sleeping hard
but no matter how tenderly she wasn’t bribed
Mamma would wake and scold us to bed
Years passed and we left that ole home
Moved into fancy places without screens
Our children pretty much left to their own
I’d give anything just to hear that screen sounding
Joyfully telling mamma
Your little ones have come home again.
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