Earful

The happy nest
inspires; expires.
Chirping papa
sends his regards
with memories -

flying solo,
of his marriage;
and the mundane -
the bills and chores.

Listening aids
one left behind.
I incline to
get an earful.

I learn the ropes.
I see him smile.
Mourning’s over.
Gets on with life.

He’d not agree,
but neither do
honeymooners 
admit when it’s 
over and they
settle into
the married life.

My dad’s routine
of flourishing -
with martinis
grateful for the
olives; I loves.

He admits luck
with his children
who daily care
and listen to
his sapience.

5/5/2023

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 5/6/2023 8:26:00 PM

I hear that your Dad was a member of the species, 'homo sapience.' Nice touch on this one, my friend. :) gw

Panagiota Romios

Date: 5/5/2023 4:54:00 PM

Kim, I am glad you care for your Dad. I had to laugh at listening aides, I have them also but hate to wear them. All I drink is water, coke or coffee. Me! Drinking alcohol with a walker? No can do! We really do appreciate our grown children, Kim, you are a blessing to us, Thank you, Pangie

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 5/5/2023 6:03:00 PM

Thank you, Pangie! So glad you appreciate and are appreciated by family!