My Mom was a redhead for life,
Monthly she gave our Dad strife…
We boys heard her yell
Through closed doors as well,
Otherwise, an excellent wife.
What causes diffidence I find
Meeting “reds” in my daily grind…
Could lack of Mother hugs
Be the thing that still bugs
Me to distrust the rest of my kind?
I love them but leave them alone,
Did I have enough when home (?)…
I could love some to death
But I’ll save my breath,
By a brunette I’m already owned!
Horatio (a Pen Name of…)