11/04/09 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Stability of a Three Cornered Stool
Stability of a Three Cornered Stool
Her mother told her
it will better in the morning.
Go to sleep, little one.
Comforted, she sleeps.
Morning was not sunnier,
her pain spilling awake
with runny eggs.
He had his fill
of both women,
wife and mother-in law,
cornering him
again.
Go to hell, both of you!
Washing his hands of the matter
he left her to sop up
with a triangle of dry toast.
Vindicated, he walks.
