Dad Told Us He Didn’t Want to See any Dour Faces Around the House

I want to be 108 doing push-ups each day

That is seventy years away
My father lived for 72

The bitterness of the coffee reflects
The bitterness I feel about my father’s death

But the children are stirring
And there is no time or reason to be dour

There are breakfasts to make
Lunches to pack

Push-ups to do