Parents
My father is no conversationalist. For all practical
purposes he lives in the garage where he tinkers
with nuts and bolts, the lawnmower and the car.
My mother talks a lot. She lives on the telephone,
and, when not at her housework, buries her nose
in travel magazines that tout places exotic and far.
It’s crossed my mind many times, and I suppose
I have good reasons, but I am fairly certain
the last time they looked at each other
(if it wasn’t dark) was when I was conceived.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2025
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