Patience
When my children were small,
I was patient. I was patient
With my puppies. Eddie chewed
My new couch and love seat.
He laid on the other new one.
Max's favorite chair was Gram's.
Eddie layed in the matching one.
I fixed the arm rests he gnawed.
I'm patient with my grandkids.
A virtue, I'm not sure. No cure.
I get impatient with adults, techno,
And just waiting for life sometimes.
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