Prompt

As we sit in silence

the genius at his work

I wonder what I will do

Will I do the laundry

or will I  make a fire

Maybe I will play with the cat

her claws look good and Sharp,

Ready to tear mothers hand

and keep her from her art

No,I will write a poem

as I’m a writer too

Perhaps not quite as poetic

or masterful as you

but I have honed my craft over many a year

scribbling adolescent lines,hiding the journal in fear

working to tight deadlines,to allow my ends to meet

So,

as it rains outside

and the wind whistles its tune

I sat and wrote a poem

as I stared at you

I felt  a little naughty,

stealing your thunder

but its ok

you stole mine

I used to be the poet

Once upon a time.

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