Ours is a happy family.
Hands wave at the gate
when we go out to work.
Sometimes after a quarrel,
I don't look back
momentarily angered.
Then as I turn out of sight
I feel deeply saddened.
I shouldn't have spoiled the happiness.
Those days seem longer
and back home
I see pain in her eyes.
We hug and talk and make up.
We often don't agree,
I'm often stubborn,
but sooner I think
I shouldn't have spoiled the happiness.
Oftener we forget and move ahead.
It's so easy when I blame myself.
I won't repeat
but by this time you know
what I think.
Ours is a happy family.
We argue and quarrel and fight
but soon when we are out of sight
the engulfing sadness
makes the day longer.