Andrew James Whalan

Poet. Storyteller.

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Outwitted (Again)

There she sat eyes wide wondering
listening while I related gleefully
how my daughter in law’s wedding
Was planned ever so carefully.


While I detailed how nothing went askance
I saw her brow wrinkle with unseen fun
Leaning forward she asked me eyes a dance
If i loved my daughter in law more than my son.
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