Late nights, early mornings
Slamming doors and muted screams
Nothing fair and everything oh so unreasonable
Sharp words and hormones rage and sweet little boys seem long lost
And then pushed away frustrated and confused
Fathers fail to find common ground
Until tearful calm returns
Hang in there Michael – this too shall pass.
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Noooooooo….
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Thanks Linda 🙂
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