
Postmaster General
Midnight Party
The moon wraps herself in wispy clouds
Her muted glow shining through the kitchen window
Merde, I need to go to bed
Spoons clink against plastic plates
Coffee and cream dissolves on my tongue
My chilled hands warm around the coffee mug
Sock feet tap against the floor
Irena runs down the carpeted steps
Into the kitchen
She twirls, thick black hair fanning around her for a second
Eric and I laugh
Then I push a plate across the table
The cake slice jiggles as it slides and
Stops just
At the edge
Eric leans forward
Snatches a dollop of whipped cream
On top of the cake
With the tip of his thumb
Before Irina grabs the plate
Huhhhh! Thief!
Eric points to me Charlotte did it!
I roll my eyes
Look at his hands
She flings the plate at him
As world war 3 starts
I bury my nose
Into the coffee
Inhaling the smell
Preserving the memory
Written by Charlotte Yeung
Poet's Bio: CM Yeung is an award-winning and best-selling author and artist. Her children's book, Isabelle and the Magic Bird is an Amazon best seller and a #1 New Release. She is published on multiple platforms for prose, poetry, and digital illustration. She is the co-founder and CEO of Big Bird Universe (BBU), an international writing club.