Looks At Me With Eyes That Adore Poem by Margaret Alice

Studying a self-help guru tonight:
“Serve in a loving way, you are
here to love and be loved…”,
gritting my teeth, relinquish

My right to complain about the
nerve-wrecking squeals produced
by my teenage son trying to force
his vocal chords into adolescence

Then he looks at me with eyes
that adore – Night Mom - gives me
a good-night kiss; continuing his life
on a cell-phone in a chat-room

Listening to terrible songs clearly
composed by harassed souls
suffering unholy horrors in
the depths of hell…