Sundays no mail
Relief from the tide
Of demands for last payments
And demands on my pride
If I pay all the rent
and eat little food;
By the end of November
things might just be good.
I'll need to look out
That mail from the man
I'll get on to that
As soon as I can.
And that clinic appointment
I need for my knee
Needs to be rearranged
I can't make half past three.
More treatment for nits
That's such a fuss
Pity those critters
Like living with us.
And the school sent a project
Due end of week
My daughter can't do it
And my chances are bleak.
All these jigsaws together
Make quite a pile
To sort them all out
Will take quite a while.
And Pokemon cards
All over the floor
When Saturday comes
She'll only want more.
"Sandro he hit me"
"Hannah's being mean"
Put dirty clothes
in the washing machine!
"I don't like peas"
"I'm tired of ham"
"Sandro has more"
"Black current jam?"
"Be sick in the bucket!"
"not on the floor"
really not sure
I can take any more!
These are my days
and this is my life.
Trouble it stays,
excepting my wife.
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Great look into the struggling Dad's life.........
I really enjoyed reading this poem- loved the rhythm and rhyme
Thanks for your comments. I read most of my poems aloud to see that they feel "right". It's an important part of it for me. I appreciate your comment.
A great depiction of everyday monotony and the gradual build up of stress levels. A quiet shout for help(?) or a relief valve sounding off? Very entertaining either way.
Just sounding off 🙂
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This is great! But I do wonder... When have you been to my house??? This is crazy familiar!!! Love it!!
Yeah. I sneak in. Who do you think does the hoovering!
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Oh! That was you? Thanks for that then! Hey maybe next time you can help me tie the kids to the bed so they don't keep jumping back up like Jack in the box toys?!? 🙂 🙂 🙂
Life can be hard and the kids can drive you crazy but I don't believe that you would ever want to be without them.
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