of joy; Mother irate,
hungry mouths to feed.
Cavorting Dad so many
beauties to see,
alas time so fleeting
opportunities seldom
come, so freely. Responsibilities
on hold, so much to see.
Mother scolding so
continuously;
wayward Dad, so
sheepishly babysitting
eagerly. Mother
scrounges for supper,
hungry mouths to
feed.
DAD…..WHERE’S SUPPER?
©️PSA 6/12/19
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