Musings by The Poet Loriet
War Is Hell
Daddy is guitars,
karaoke parties,
hundreds of dollars
lavished on toys,
new clothes,
go-karts, bowling,
pizza, steak dinners,
phone calls past bedtime,
fish tanks, cats and dogs,
secrets and laughter,
fun female friends,
dancing, drinking,
broken promises,
unemployed,
no child support,
head games,
name-calling,
and who the children
can't wait
to be with.
Mommy is milk, veggies,
comb your hair,
brush your teeth,
take your medicine,
bedtimes enforced,
do your homework,
notes to teachers,
clean your room,
lift the toilet seat,
sit like a lady,
listen in church,
irritable, stressed,
have to pay the bills,
put your seat belts on,
enforces peace and quiet,
don't interrupt others,
"stupid" is a bad word,
and who the children
can't wait
to get away from.
I'm told
they will come to crave
routines
and
tough love.
I hope so...
I miss my babies.
Lori Beal
karaoke parties,
hundreds of dollars
lavished on toys,
new clothes,
go-karts, bowling,
pizza, steak dinners,
phone calls past bedtime,
fish tanks, cats and dogs,
secrets and laughter,
fun female friends,
dancing, drinking,
broken promises,
unemployed,
no child support,
head games,
name-calling,
and who the children
can't wait
to be with.
Mommy is milk, veggies,
comb your hair,
brush your teeth,
take your medicine,
bedtimes enforced,
do your homework,
notes to teachers,
clean your room,
lift the toilet seat,
sit like a lady,
listen in church,
irritable, stressed,
have to pay the bills,
put your seat belts on,
enforces peace and quiet,
don't interrupt others,
"stupid" is a bad word,
and who the children
can't wait
to get away from.
I'm told
they will come to crave
routines
and
tough love.
I hope so...
I miss my babies.
Lori Beal
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War Is Hell
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