Slumber and trains

It's soft breathing while he sleeps
the crowded chairs at the table
it's aqua and maroon
and Elevators and fumbling fingers
a "what next?"
and "did you count the days?"
it's cookies and hot chocolate
and storytelling in the car
it's midnight on sunday, slumber
holding onto Dad, arm tucked under
a soft Bird song
a tapping foot at a desk
aqua and maroon
and "one day I'm gunna get on that Train."

-z
*note: we were given a structure to follow. We had to put sounds in certain spots, or colors, etc. it's supposed to be an expression of "what is poetry" and this is how mine turned out.