There we were at the table for four,
My wife and two kids
Who could ask for more?
Except life wasn’t all,
That you would think
The waiter came round,
Saw I needed a drink
As his eyes met mine
Before anything said,
He acknowledged the madness
Running round my head
My wife is complaining I work too much,
She sees me an hour a night
But in the same breath she questions me
About summer vacation,
With our Business Class flight
My Daughter is texting her BFFL,
Not one word to me has she spoke
My son, fighting the Angry Birds,
Hyper, while sipping his third round of Coke
I am exhausted and just want to sleep
The stress of the day,
Flowing through my mind
I ask for the bill and pay my tab,
Wondering if,
This Family’s mine
The Starting End 
Reblogged this on SURVIVORS BLOG HERE and commented:
The deterioration of the modern family….
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Hmmmmm……..the way around it isn’t easy either…..I always pray how God
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God’s grace and wisdom not to fall in the same pit…..
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Hard life to balance but we can chose how we do it 🙂
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First of all, subject matter aside, this poem has such a natural rhythm to it that I didn’t even realize until I was finished, that I was tapping my toe to it as I read. I love it. It just flows. A little music, and you’ll need a band to play it. 🙂 As for the content, that unfortunately, is a dead on perfect description of my own family when I was a youngster (which is a very long time ago) 😉 Hmph, some things just never change I guess.
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db, (ironically enough my partners initials), I l always look forward to your responses. You always give me such a great insight, descriptive insight as to how you perceive the poems. I almost hold my breath when I see one come in! It is like getting your test handed back from the teacher and hoping you passed! Thank you!!!!! Hugs, H.
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I like commenting on your poetry because your poetry appeals to me, but I’m not really any kind of critic or anything, in fact, I don’t think I believe in critics. Lol. Mainly, I’m just trying to tell you what I like about the wonderful work you do. Keep on writing. 🙂
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“Critic” or not, I look forward to it…maybe just because of the fact that I know I will get an honest response 🙂
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One day it became popular to be served. We forgot how to show love. Your poem is a reminder of what we have lost and what we have gained. Have a lovely week Heather. 🙂
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