These Summer Sundays

Thursday, September 7, 2017

Sundays too I get up early
and put my clothes on in the heat,
then with sweaty hands that ache
I make coffee and eggs before we all
head off to church. No one ever thanks me.

I draw the line at polishing everyone’s
shoes. Even my wife and kids don’t
polish their shoes. As a society we’re past
that. Even if we weren’t, I wouldn’t do it.
Breakfast, yes. Shoes, on your own.

Speaking indifferently to me,
who had made eggs and coffee, my
teenage son slouches out the kitchen door
on his way somewhere. I literally don’t care
anymore! He can go where he likes!

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