All cylinders whirring gently

March 14, 2012

My girl is in bed, singing
to Ballard.
I am tired with that delicious
well-earned ache, because
I coached my heart out today,
this year’s royal throng is gathering for
The Queen Sweep,
and my suitcase sits ready to be filled
for this week’s big adventure.

Coda: Just before I hit Publish,
there was wailing and pleading.
Then there was a spilled cup of water and yelling.
And finally there was a sobbed-out,
You hurt my feelings every single day!
So…one cylinder down.


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