What misunderstandings reek the mind
when parents are unable to decipher
how their son or daughter is growing up
how he or she makes decisions that
rupture their sentiments
like a cesarean wound? Being too
sentimental jinks the opportunities
for laying the deck of cards on the table
and more like slicing animosities for dinner.
A son's girl-friend or girl's boyfriend
is not a parent's business
why should it be?
and if he or she wants to stay overnight
it is no big deal for the son or daughter
(certainly a big deal for the parents
like night catches day at sunset) .
Where does the truce come from,
if sympathies are lost in the dark
and opinions are strained like porridge?
Over time (go ahead and work on it)
a level approach is requisite love
and a balancing act like a juggler
on a tight rope
if life must continue in crested partnership
it must be as a beautiful rose
on a thorny stem
to wilt and die in mutual satisfaction
with tears always lingering
in the eyes of the relationship
without a total recap
of misunderstandings.
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