Menopause
Some call it flushing, Some call it flashing
but when mother suffered dad would come dashing
I think he was worried he might get a bashing
but a ten year old boy just couldn't help laughing .
Mum boiling over thinking no one is caring
Under her breath but I can still hear her swearing
Dad should go to the pub but he's not that daring
its a funny old world my parents are sharing.
Dad wastes a crumb , Why did she bother
I heard mum say , He's just like his mother
No one would miss her if she ran off with another
Yet loved by five daughters and their little brother.
Dad pours the doctor a cup of tea
Delighted when he prescribes H.R.T.
Will that return my wife to me
The doctor says he must wait and see.
Over a month her temper subsiding
Mum and dads love was once more abiding
Together into the future they were striding
and a very young boy knew when it was his luck he was riding.
Copyright © Darren Watson | Year Posted 2014
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