#Micropoetry Monday: Family Dynamics

Wedding rings

Guess What’s Coming Up for Dinner?
Mom’s goulash fed the dog, the plants,
& sometimes the boy with synesthesia next door.
Now Ida Claire knew why Dad was always drunk before dinner.

Griff
Though Dad didn’t know a nut from a bolt,
a screw from a nail,
he knew enough to know they held things together,
as he did his family.

When she was 22,
he was Puddin’.
When he was 24,
she was Punkin’.
At 32 & 34, she was Babs,
he was Pip.
At 55+, it was simply “Hey”.

!@#$ My Dad Did
He didn’t make the bacon,
but burned it.
He didn’t win the bread,
but smashed it.
He forgot our birthdays,
but did everything he could
to make sure that we had plenty of them.
He was Dad.

Mom was the undomesticated goddess,
Dad, the SAHD with a God-complex,
brother Del, with just a complex,
& I, the rewriter of the family history.

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