Poem, My weekly visit, bringing dinners, to my 91-yr-old dad, “Late again” says dad “There is always some excuse” I felt like a child Unfairly accused & sad Hard to help without a “thanks”. Laura Fox
16 February, 2021 //
Poem, My weekly visit, bringing dinners, to my 91-yr-old dad, “Late again” says dad “There is always some excuse” I felt like a child Unfairly accused & sad Hard to help without a “thanks”. Laura Fox