sixwords

Puppets of the Chai Regime - by Meg

In summertime, with school now past we go.
To cafes near our house we walk or bike.
Though cake and pie do tempt we shall forego,
For we are here to drink and read and write.

My grouchy son complains about a fold
Amiss along his origami box.
I help -- inform him of a fold he’s skipped.
He smiles and into place the pieces lock.

The girls read books and write within their journals.
They hum along to music from the radio.
Iced chais are quickly downed once whipped cream’s gone.
"More chia!" they cry, an ever thirsty trio.

Once safe at home we fall back to our ways
Of playing, cleaning and navigating summer's haze.