The door opens and the roar begins
Begins as a rustle of shoes and bags
Bags of paper, projects, words, numbers
Numbers counting down to bedtime, dinner time…not yet time
Time to play and release the joy
Joy of unencumbered growing
Growing louder under the tree shadows
Shadows of night whisper but the roar continues
Continues with the clanging of plates and the chomping of teeth
Teeth that when brushed, sparkle like dreams
Dreams transform the roar to a snore
Snore is as silent as it gets.
Silence is something that I rarely get during the day especially once the children come home. But their voices – whether laughing, singing, talking, arguing, shouting – remind that they are fully alive in their playing, working, eating even when they are disagreeing. Noise has always reminded me of life – I know this stems from growing up in a large, Filipino family. So silence was something I had to learn to be ok with, learn to love and cherish. But I know that playful noise will also be my favorite.
©️ iido 2019