Moms and Dads quarrel and fight <br />During the hours of day and night. <br />Flames burst into shouting matches… <br />Children hide and batten the hatches. <br /> <br />No one is winning the repeat bout. <br />No points for how loud they shout. <br />The fumes of the dispute are lingering… <br />The emotional scars are sadly clinging. <br /> <br />The conflict between parents is singeing. <br />Charred children are numb and cringing. <br />The searing irons are gradually cooling. <br />Anger and fear are learned by schooling.<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quarreling/
