Annoyed and unnerved by his absence,
“Twice this week is twice too many.”
Gruffly she said to herself.
Bea left for work early again,
To go three blocks over and throw,
A whole dam handful of gravel and grit
At the fogged-up curtained window,
The one nearest that girl’s bed.
And Bea not caring who might hear!
More than amorous adventure,
Bea already knew.
This girl, she could just be the one.
Smiling as the light came on,
Softly to herself she said,
“Renew love’s vows before the dawn,
That’s magic, you never forget.”
But he’s my son dammit!
Up there in her bed.
And right now,
He needs to get up for School!