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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.

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