Some Advice From a Mother to Her Married Son

The answer to do you love me isn’t, I married you, didn’t I?
Or, Can’t we discuss this after the ballgame is through?
It isn’t, Well that all depends on what you mean by ‘love’.
Or even, Come to bed and I’ll prove that I do.
The answer isn’t, How can I talk about love when
the bacon is burned and the house is an absolute mess and
the children are screaming their heads off and
I’m going to miss my bus?
The answer is yes.
The answer is yes.
The answer is yes.

– Judith Viorst


Such a lovely poem, because of the conversational tone and the all-too-real scenes that we’ve all been through.
We’ve run another poem by Viorst here.
You can read more about Judith Viorst, here.

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