Kevin C. Krinke

by Kevin C. Krinke

A Mother stands in the center of the family,
The house is a home that demands stability.
For if the house is falling apart at the seams
The Father must step in and repair all the dreams.

The Mother is the ground, the beacon of light.
When a child is scared or frightened in the night,
It’s Mother they want for comfort and to hold
for Father is busy protecting all from the cold.

The storm’s cold wind blows in to this house,
For the Father has failed his wonderful spouse.
It was a simple promise that was not kept.
Through his fear the Father has slept.

But then just as the storm got to it’s worst,
The Mother did change and now the Father is curst.
For when the Father saw the changes that were made
Suddenly his heart was opened up and it was saved.

But that was a drastic false sense of security
As the Father began to change with defined certainty
The Mother had became resolved in her own mind
That she’d have to find another Father of some kind.

Cetainly not like the one from before
For he’d washed up broken on the shore
So now that the Father has helped make this Mother
Seemingly perfect, like none and no other.

The Father must accept that his creation is lost,
The Mother he loved couldn’t take the cold frost.
So in the dark times of this sullen land
The Mother abandons the Father’s offer on hand