And if anyone quarreled or complained,
He would simply leave the room
And let them work it out, as long as it took.
He might sit in the kitchen,
With a cup of coffee and a book,
Or he might call his wife at work
And talk awhile, about everything
Or nothing. He could see the look
On her face, as she passed
Silent judgment. That deep frown
That he hated. And if she asked
If everything was okay, he’d say,
Well, what do you think?
Try a little harder, she’d say.
The truth is, she knew
What he was going through.
She’d been there too. It was the glue
That held them together.
But it was the children, in the end,
Who proved to be his strongest
Champions, which he never forgot.