Saturday, January 8, 2011


It's Saturday night.
Harried mom, crabby kids--
they want to go out
but I want them to stay in.
Can't we just have a nice evening together,
and where do you want to go anyway,
I cajole.
Suddenly, the situation strikes me as funny:
I remember hearing this a long, long time ago
only I was the teenager
trying to escape.

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