And we were supposed to host.
Last night I was asleep before nine,
Feeling like I had been steam rolled.
Today was better for me, but
Not for my wife or daughter.
A "can't host, can someone else"
Turned to "some of us may be there"
To "Sorry, we can't make it."
We owe them many nights of hosting.
Meanwhile, Australia burns and
Our president launches military strikes
With questionable legality and
Repercussions from the Middle East.
I focus on my daughter's laugh and
Her tiny, mighty hugs.
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