My friends complain
Of all the downsides of domain
Children they once brought forth in pride and pain
Have turned into a blessing and a stain
And all the energy they expend in vain
Seems to evaporate like soup, bubbling on their stove
They simmer, spin in circles trying to recreate
That drying glue that held them once together they called love
They do not realize
They have to cook the stew each day, all over again
Instead of brewing, brooding, steaming, seething to complain
They have to stir it even harder, even smarter to remain
Complementary ingredients flavoring the family broth, so plain
To see the only thing that’s needed is some growing with the grain
To stay inside the circle that they sketched on their domestic plane
and draw upon their strengths; from boiling over to refrain
They need to listen
need to understand
to hold each others’ hand
to sow and tend and reap together in the sun and rain
the shifting scenes of seasons to withstand
to celebrate anew what keeps them smiling, sound and sane
