Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

I’ve Had It!

He says in his job
He has many frustrations,
Things that go wrong,
And aggravations.

So he comes home from work
Filled up to here,
And since I’m the one
Who brings up the rear,

He always proceeds
To let it all out,
On and on he goes,
‘Til I’m ready to shout!

I wish I could find me
A wailing wall,
I’d have it put
Right here in the hall.

Then I’d tell him each night
When he starts to explode,
There’s the wall, be my guest,
Stand there and unload.

Cry your heart out, scream,
Kick, throw a fit,
But use the wall,

~Dana B. Nelson


Husband. Father. Grandfather. Life enthusiast. Life coach. Commentator. My world. Sharing My perspectives.

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