It's almost like a dream come true for someone selfish
And unkind. My son and his wife are getting divorced.
He's already left the house, and she is making plans
To move. Their two, too often, whiny children won't be
Within earshot when they wake and start to cry at night.
The kitchen counter won't be covered with their cups
And unrinsed plates. There may be hours, even days,
When laundry isn't being done. I know. It's too bad
That their marriage didn't work. The kids will suffer.
I may, likewise, be a little sad to see them here less often,
Dropping food and breaking things, but I'll bear up,
And, anyway, they're leaving me the dog.