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 ............................................................. 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.