after my mother’s
would rip the roof from our walls
my father would climb
nail everything back together
a mother seen through the eyes of childhood!
Yes–and you know we loved her too, but she was the one with the scary temper!
your poems overflow with that love …and that was what led me to “judge” that this was a snapshot of your mum through the lens of childhood!
it definitely was–do you know I always thought (when I was a child) that when parents had an argument, the woman yelled her head off, and the man slammed a few cupboard doors, said nothing, and stalked off to the garage 🙂
Imagine my surprise when I found out most men will yell back 🙂
Loved the poem Loved it. And giggling at your about comment about your suprise that men yell back. Aren’t we funny the things we don’t know until we know them;) Love it Susan…really do…it just rang truth for me. -Jennifer
Yes, it was an education….. 🙂 Glad you liked it!
the poem somehow brought calm and a smile to me. thank you.
glad it did–thank you for enjoying it
I think we all know a family like this – if it wasn’t our own. (This may very well prompt a poem of my own on a similar topic.) A short ode to fathers everywhere.
They all (and you too–) deserve one!
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