Blind Love
BLIND LOVE
“Six to ten inches”
That’s what the weatherman says
Snow-blower is broke
I with a very bad back
And my kid will have a fit
Asking him to work
Do his share around the house
Seems too much for him
Here he comes with a buddy
Says they’re going out of town
Just for the weekend
I say “Like hell you’re leaving!
Get out the shovel!”
He says “Oh, dad my shoulder
I think it it’s a rotor cuff
Hurt it playing ball
Look! It’s late we have to go.”
“To play ball?” I ask
“Yes. I dribble left handed”
“Do you want mom to shovel?”
Then he sighs “Well no”
“Well then get out the shovel!”
You’d think I shot him
He makes this terrible face
Grabs his shoulder what a fake
But then this sick smile
He’s looking out the window
Watching the snow fly
It’s poor old mom bless her
Shoveling heart full of love
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Not much of a poem - apologies.
It's kind of a Tanka form I guess
I couldn't resist. The situation will fit so many, many households.
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2010
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