Stream of consciousness poem -- part 62

Chapter 62

November 4, 2011 – Early afternoon

It’s Friday

And we are spending

Part of the day

At a mental health

Building

The outside

Of the building

Is attractive -- 

Red brick

With meandering

Landscape

The inside

Of the building

Is a box –

A white cube of

Tension

Soon after

We sit down

My son starts

To cry

I try

To calm him

By reading

But

Without

Success

I rise

To take

My son

Outside

My brother’s eyes

Beg me

To stay

“We will

Just be outside”

I assure my brother

“We will come back in

When he

Calms down”

But my brother

And I both know

That my son

Will not calm down

In that tense

Building

Because we

Cannot

Calm down

In that tense

Building

And again

I am torn

Between

Being a good sister

And being a good

Mother