#Micropoetry Monday: Family Dynamics

Wedding rings

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.

Though Dad didn’t know the difference
from a nut or a bolt,
a screw or 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”.

He didn’t make the bacon,
but burned it.
He didn’t win the bread,
but smashed it.
He forgot our birthdays,
but made sure we had plenty.
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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