In the morning serving her needs,
He never got the insulin on time…
So when after lunch driving hope
He blew up without reason and rhyme.
The pressure got too great for things in sight
And what she insisted to talk about,,,
He couldn’t handle much if any more,
So it came exploding all out!
The guttural roar scratching his throat
Accompanied by a shaking of the wheel…
Loosed expletives and impassioned bitter claims
That she rarely cared how he’d feel.
They drove on home and he helped her out
Of the car and said, clean it yourself…
He went in, got extra insulin
And waited til she came in herself.
When she did, he then lay down
To rest while his insulin took hold…
Got up in time to make supper for them,
Rushing to work before he got too old.
Anyone who claims they’re patient all the time,
Never having had an angry cry….
Must be from some impossible world
Or they have flat-out lied!