I can do nothing any day
But she (and know, this breaks my heart)
As much as I adore to play
Had simply too much energy
And mopes too much when it is spent.
I never meant myself to be
Although I did mean to parent
A stay at home, forever there
Kind of father; she and I
Do better in a burst of care
Than in the grind. But I will try:
It's not my wife's job either. So
In quarantine, that's how things go.
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