Landmines In The Living Room Poem by John F. McCullagh

Those Landmines in the Living room
Can do a man much harm
And, being metaphorical-
They’re a challenge to disarm.

When my daughter’s home from college
a month can seem an age
A simple misspeak or misstep
can incur her wrath and rage.

Her life of course is difficult
She cannot drink or drive
She sleeps all day and parties nights
It’s a wonder we’re alive.

Weight opinions carefully
Whenever she’s around
Don’t set off a screaming match
you will not win a round

We have a fortnight left until
We pack her out the door
And when she’s gone I’ll miss her-
until she invades once more.