Elusive, Fleeting
baby smell, all smiles
hugs, kisses, rocking cuddles
golden childhood days
Eternally Frustrating
screams, runny noses
repeat, and repeat again
clothes on floor and lights on
Ups and Downs
See that puddle of water, right over there?
It's fruitless to ask how it got on the floor
Or who started the fight, or offered the dare.
And pointless to ask your kids if they want more
of sugar or game time or cheesy box fare
or please dust, do dishes, or at least one chore.
The answer is always "stuff," "duh" or "don't care."
It makes you smolder right to your parent core
Or want to never leave your most comfy chair.
It seems you, home, and all ideas are a bore
Sometimes they'll take til all cupboards are bare.
all food, feeling, sanity: just like Grinch lore.
But should they smile, reach out, and ask how you fare
You'll recall the reasons you'll always adore.f
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