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.
This so reminded me of life with my sons when they were young. Thank you for sharing!