My sons live far from me
in different time zones,
keep me engaged through
the day, one in the morning,
the other in mid afternoon,
the farthest in the night.
We talk about everything,
I mix their names quite often
they have real fun with me
picking on my mistakes,
During squabbles, their
wives will quickly say
talk with your mother,
to ease the tension
they do that without fail
bombarding me for choosing
such shrews for their wives
I try to pacify them.
After venting their misgivings
they resume complacency
I know for sure the rest
of the day would pass
without any quarrels
That be my reward.
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