Our Son Carl
Act I.
love is not raising my voice
when Carl drops a bowl
of microwave oatmeal on
our brand new stove
Act II.
love is not raising my voice
when Carl
vacuums his diamond ear stud
I dig through the dust bag and find it
Act III.
love is holding back tears
when Carl realizes tomorrow is
Valentine's Day ~ he misses having a partner
I listen as he repeats this mantra
tomorrow is just another day
tomorrow is just another day
