Tuesday, July 20, 2004

You Are My Sunshine

No, you're not.
 
You're more like my Fog of War.
I know how to dial *69. That's your cell phone.
 
Why the hang-ups? You know I'm not home. Call my desk-we use the same switchboard.
 
Maybe my number is similar to your husband's parole officer's and you mis-dialed due to panic as hubbie beat you up. I worry about you.
It's better for the kids if their father is home, you say. 
 
I'd tell you that children don't deal well with watching Dad/Step-Dad/ Mr. Wrong beat up their mother.  I'd tell you that, but not talking was your idea.
 
 
 
 
 

2 comments:

Lyzard said...

I, however, AM your sunshine. You can admit it!

Allan said...

I can't dispute that.