Category Archives: Family

How Dare You?

How dare you treat her like she’s making noise,who had a rare occasion to feel gleewith someone she six times a year enjoys,in walking talking and a drink or three.She gets few breaks from caring for you boys,so back off … Continue reading

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What Did She Mean?

“I know that’s valued in your family,”a friend observed when I described the scene.I’d asked a 5 year-old his strategyfor taking 7 units from 19.(He broke the puzzle down into its parts,and added 2 to 10.) What did she mean?Does … Continue reading

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Responses to a Threatened Tantrum

As usual, she teemed with empathy –the feelings of her little boy were strong.She turned her No to Yes, the moment he (the father) warned the kid that he was wrongto argue – if continued, they would stopthe storybook, and … Continue reading

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No Visiting Yet

A week ago, she tested positive,and instantly went into careful mode.Of course she wants her family to livewithout infection. Leaving her abode,she camped inside the cottage while she rodeout symptoms. She improved to almost fine.They kept on testing and nobody … Continue reading

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Lucky Ducking

Okay so far, and marveling. It’s clearwe all feel well, and that’s a bit bizarre.Her test is positive, but we appearokay so far. We’re careful but we left the door ajar.At four events we’ve been exposed this year.We may not … Continue reading

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Infiltration

The group I know who took the greatest careto keep the virus out, has been beset.They always wear their masks and don’t forgetto sanitize when they go anywhere.So far just one of four is testing yes,and isolating at the same … Continue reading

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Polite Discourse

My mother tried, when I was young, to teachme all the manners deemed to be polite.I wasn’t to allow my talk to reachreligion, or political insight.If I had nothing nice to say, I mightsay nothing, or discuss the temperature.And though … Continue reading

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Beloved Enemy

I must have been too young to know my mind.I fought against her coldness and contempt,but damaged Mom was hiding how she’s kind. I thought her rules were calculating, blindto every goal and effort I’d attempt.I must have been too … Continue reading

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Spin

“I want the pill,” our ancient mother said,last week when she was suffering fatigueand urgent emptying of waste, insteadof constipation’s regular beleague.She has her mind. No terminal diseasebesets her at the age of 96.Distrusting all her meds, she voices pleasof … Continue reading

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Kindergarten

My buddy started big-kid school last week.He trotted off without a backward glance.But he was up before his clock could speak,and after school his bowels marked his pants(who’s not since birth endured that circumstance).He’s brave, and teeming with intelligence,but probably … Continue reading

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