how is this supposed to work again?

after my mother’s
hurricane rage

would rip the roof from our walls

my father would climb
his ladder
& quietly
nail everything back together

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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10 Responses to how is this supposed to work again?

  1. 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 🙂

  2. jeglatter says:

    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

  3. AshiAkira says:

    the poem somehow brought calm and a smile to me. thank you.

  4. Mr. Walker says:

    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.

    Richard

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