Sure Cure (Monday Poem)

 by Anna Grossnickle Hines

 

 

My sister and I were fighting.

We couldn't get along.

She said I moved her game piece.

I said she was wrong.

She said I was stupid.

I said she was worse 

and made a nasty face at her.

She let out a curse.

 

Mom said, "Stop this bickering

before it comes to blows."

She made us stand together

touching nose to nose.

"How long?" we asked; she answered,

"We'll just see how it goes."

 

We stood there looking cross-eyed

at our noses touching tips

and feeling rather silly

while pinching up our lips

to try to stop the giggles---

mine started in my toes.

It's hard to keep on fighting

when you're touching nose to nose.

 

 

from Peaceful Pieces: Poems and Quilts About Peace

by Anna Grossnickle Hines, Henry Holt, 2011