by Imelda Morales

Something weird happened one day
Inside our old family house.
It started with a painting floating away
Then the cups, and my vest,
And even grandma’s jewel chest.

Up went the white new sheets and shirts
My brother’s slippers, my butterfly earrings
All hovered above like strange little birds.
Soon even the house drifted away
To head where the sparrows go at the close of day.

All this made me nervous, 
My throat got a bit parched.
So I grabbed a mug from over my head
And up the grape juice floated!