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House

by Oxy Mora 6/27/2012 - 1:27 pm

 

Instead of fixing his teeth,

going on a diet,

and quitting the fantasy 

that he is

sixteen again,

he is obsessively

projecting upon me

imagined ills, like

a roof needing repair,

and sills slowly decaying.

He has removed 5 tons

of my best wood lath

and plaster,

turning four rooms

into one,

egad,

exposing

to the light of day

my eight by eight hemlocks,

I feel quite quite dressed down.

In vain I tried 

to teach him---

by a well-timed draught,

a soothing rumble

in the attic, or

a door suddenly slammed---

that I was meant 

to care for him,

not the other way around. 

 

 

An unexpected pleasure.  I had clicked expecting a discussion of the House vote tomorrow on holding Eric Holder in contempt, and instead got this sweet poem.

Thanks.

 

P.S.  Just in case ...

 

by MrSmith1 6/27/2012 - 11:16 pm

Thanks, Mr. Smith.  I enjoyed your graphic. I'm not sure that Democrats walking out of the House, as is expected, is going to be a great image.

About the poem, if you've ever lived in an old house you can come to believe it has it's own soul. On the slamming door, this actually happened. A lady friend and I were having one of those crazy arguments which could have led to a quick trip to the airport and another failed relationship. Just at the moment a door swung completely shut and startled both of us as  there was no draft, etc. Within a few minutes we had regained our sanity and went out to dinner. 

by Oxy Mora 6/28/2012 - 1:24 pm (re: MrSmith1)

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