silence again

This morning was unlike the previous ten:
the children didn’t waken me again
with startling whooping cries that cauterized my eyes
and made me wish for what and don’t know when.

The two year old would run around the house
enough to make a sainted statue grouse
the rhythm of his steps could give me the dyspep
and make me hide behind my loving spouse.

The six year old was certainly aloof
I let him watch my TV, like a goof:
the large high definition for days and days was his’n
and if I tried to watch he’d raise the roof.

Now, I don’t want you all to think I’m lazy
and if you think the details kind of hazy
I’ll have you all know this: I’m really going to miss
those kids: this empty silence makes me crazy.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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