TV

Disappointment,
not the most pleasant of emotions.
They were here
to spend time with us.
Quality family time,
so I thought.
So why
why
why
why
does family time consist of
sitting on the couch,
watching TV?
Or sitting in separate rooms
watching TV?
I'm not sure that counts.
None of them saw
anything wrong,
only me.
Sure, they spent the day together.
But I didn't.
They had fun
while I sat through class
after class
after class.
And then I went home
to have fun with them,
spend "quality family time"
with them,
and all they wanted was the damn TV.



Written two years ago. And this concludes the portion of my blog where I post old poetry in addition to new poetry (Refrain, The Power of Words, Fall, Dust, and Haiku for Spring are all relatively new; the rest are two years old or older). As of now, if you'd like to read any of my old poetry, go here: http://www.fictionpress.com/u/589779/saoirse09. Thanks for reading the poems I consider the most salvageable of the old junk. Now onto the new!