Yes Dear
Like a fowl with feathers full,
proudly surveying everything;
he is master of his surroundings,
it's his castle and he is king.
He voices with pride his opinion,
defining how things should be;
believing he has the definitive word,
while I sit beside patiently.
But after all is said and done,
I bend down to whisper in his ear;
I softly tell him what I want,
his reply a strong, yes dear.
Cheylin
(c) 1995 Published in Poetry Plus Magazine as well as Dept. of Modern Verse
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