For Bea, Sam, and Olivia.
After the working week,
Having finally finished
the toing and froing,
the hurlyburly hurricane of routine.
We break our night's fasting together
In the warmth of the kitchen,
The oven of the family.
We are no longer on different timetables.
Now morning has come.
The day has just begun.
Your smiles shred off
All my sins.
Daughter takes an idiom
From her basket of refrains,
Son sets the table
Cups, bowls, and spoons,
Four of the same.
Wife binding us like egg and flour,
Pours the pancake mix, lemon zest sour.
Now morning has come.
The day has just begun.
Your smiles shred off
All my sins.
We share stories and break bread.
The children squabble, jostle for attention.
Still cranky in their sleepy heads.
I break them up, give fair adjudication.
"Long live brothers and sisters able
To war at the breakfast table!"
Now morning has come.
The day has just begun.
Your smiles shred off
All my sins.
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My Papi's Mid-life Crisis
RandomI'm forty two and in danger of falling through the cracks of mediocrity; also known as a midlife crisis. I don't drive, so I can't buy a fancy car to fix it. I love my wife, so I can't have an affair with another woman. This book is part of my attem...
