Mother
Be back at ten my father said
Eyes frozen to his book
Later mother moving slowly
watching father and his book
slightly turning back the hand
of the old grandfathers clock

Finally I figured out
My obsession with time
I am always early for a date
Trauma from the past
roelie

Daughter
I was home at 10:05: my father there he sat,
My mother at work,
No help in turning back the clock.
Two months I was confined,
No phone or other contact,
The punishment to fit what crime,
I'm glad he didn't come back.

My mother insisted on being early,
What a waste it seemed to be.
We waited in our finery.

No party starts without me.
And I am always last.
Trauma from the past.

Mickie