The Argument

Four-thirty in the morning, the next door woman yells,
Her children blubber; blubbering and yelling.

The cry echoes in the neighborhood. What's going on?
Getting ready for the camping trip. Dark valley ghosts yelling.

My parents used to argue often; I thought they'd divorce,
which didn't happen, but they continued on yelling.

My daughter and her hubby repeat the family tradition. 
Suddenly for days they stop yelling.

Red rose plants appear in the little garden at the front door.
I never know why. I only pray the roses flourish; no yelling.

©Byung A. Fallgren

Above poem is another GHAZAL I am practicing. Ghazal is Arabic 
poetic form, like sonnet, ghazal has strict rule requirement.