Treasured time turning sour. Cooking
hampered by confusing cupboards
and missing lids.
No cranberries and no yams. I
know it’s about family and forgiveness; not
stressing over short tempers. I should be
grateful for another holiday with mom
instead of angry with dad’s
insults hurled in frustration. His fear is
not managed well so I’m
going for a walk.
This form is a long line acrostic (the first letters of each line spell the subject). Hopefully, you didn’t notice the acrostic when you read the poem. The prompt came from Margo. I have also linked in to the Poets Rally.
And many thanks to the Poets Rally for this award.