The same argument every day
Who is the better person
Who is more loving
Cloaked in words like
Dishes and laundry, and bills
And when will you be home
Frustrated
She was sure she was right
Sure that he’d soon agree
But he didn’t
She ran out of words
All that was left was
One tomato sitting on the counter
Not ripe yet, which was better than she’d hoped
A bit large though, which was worse than she’d hoped
She threw it at him anyway
With a scream added in for dramatic effect
Today’s argument was over
But not as she’d hoped
About the poem:
It’s hard to prove that we’re all that, when all we got is anger. This is true for spanking or yelling at our kids, spouses, students, anyone. Anger is not being strong. It is a lack of skills or creativity, or both. Let’s develop those skills and use our creativity to come up with a better world.
Filed under: Poem, Relationships Tagged: anger, arguing, husband, love, tomato, verbal abuse, wife
