when they are away
When the boys aren’t home,
I can come down for coffee
without strapping down these old dugs,
or finding a huge shirt.
When the boys aren’t home,
I watch horrifying news
without worrying about them
having some hard questions.
When the boys aren’t home,
I savor the solitude
without feeling a lot of guilt,
and have another cup.
When the boys aren’t home
I worry about those two
without any good reason to
and listen for the door.
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Love the repetition of “When the boys aren’t home” and the rhythmic musicality when reading this poem out loud. Honest and authentic; rings true. Endearing last stanza.
The anaphora is truly effective, andd this poem is soooo authentic. I was nodding as I read. Thank you so much for sharing this poem. It took me down memory lane.