Issue 22 - 1992

Sonnet for a Son
Kendy Wazac
Coe Review • Issue 22
It’s all my fault the milk is gone, and when
you pour the cereal box, no granola
fills your bowl. You could have English muffins?
scrambled eggs? toast and jam? You’d rather not.
Of course it’s all my fault your socks aren’t clean,
your shoes are lost, the comic books you keep
on the counter are gone, your favorite jeans
are buried at the bottom of a heap
of dirty clothes. It’s all my fault you have
to straighten up your room, clean the hamster
cage, wash the supper dishes, do your math.
You’ll prob’ly get an F, but I won’t care.
I shouldn’t be surprised at your complaints;
it’s all my fault you’re here in the first place.
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