Quiet Work

I think I’m sensing thoughtfulness among
some members of the family, toward me.
What seldom I experienced when young,
may now occur with charming frequency,
since I forsook protesting stridently.
I sense the rim of what I’ll tolerate –
then disconnect or quit them quietly.
With time and space I see their snits abate.


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