Limestone's Lament.

I walk inside for it is a bite I seek.

First up.

Yet last to eat.

I take my seat at the table.

The mood seems to be quite not stable.

Mother is asking dad.

Who I might add.

Is boiling mad.

Marble has asked for the week off.

Her silent frame gazing into the stone soup before her.

Her body is calm.

But eyes filled with qualm.

She wishes to visit our sister in pink.

Father says no!

We have a business to keep.

Miles to go before we can sleep.

She will swing a pickaxe through the week.

Even if she must do so, while she weeps.

There is no time to party and play!

We are grown mares.

It is our duty to work all day!

I can see a tear roll off into the soup.

Marble broken.

Another shattered youth.

Work and no play?

Young lady what did you say?

I say.

Work and no play!

Finish ye soup!

Ye have work today!

Marble is just a weak link!

Hay if I must be honest.

She just plain stinks!

I pull twice as much rocks in a day.

Then she in a week!

I can never hear her.

She is far too meek!

I waste time as I must push her around.

Her pickaxe you see.

Has barely shattered the ground!

I say let that weakling go!

I can hold down the farm.

This I can see, you know.

Meek is weak.

Silent and slow.

I’ll get more work done.

If you just let her go.

Go Marble and visit the pink.

But ye better be back!

By next week!

Father gets up to walk outside.

Mother cleans of the table in stride.

Marble is sobbing at the table today.

If I wished her to soar.

I must be this way.

I want to plea.

Forgiveness for those words I speak.

Marble runs off.

So here I’m alone.

Enjoying a breakfast.

Of tears and stone.