I see them
fighting all the day
the one accusing the other
wherein comes the granddad
and the respective families
in the controversy.
Poor old grand father
dead and gone years ago.
He returns alive
along with his old wife
who does not know the
wife of their grandson.
It ranges for a while
hurling books at each other,
knocking down the chairs
each one turns hysterical
the kids are in fear, at least
they pretend to be so.
The eldest drags
the youngest, closes
the door. The parents
yell and scream,
Later they retire.
It is quiet.
The children smile.
a meaningful one, Being
familiar with the tantrums
and seen them getting
close after few hour,
one repeated every fortnight.
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