Summer Rising

My mother is tired
of the dishes not getting done,
the summer shed
of the dogs, and of me
saying "I'm tired too."

Summer is rising in the house
like our tempers. The heat
only makes things worse
when we want to fight
but don't have the energy.

I go to work
empty handed, come home
with my mind brimming with apologies.
It's hard to admit I'm wrong,
harder still when my mother
is fast asleep
before I've realized.