Some times an explanation is nice...

One night, a few years ago, My step daughter and her husband came home later than expected. My wife and I were watching her daughters. We thought they were asleep. This is some of the conversation set to verse when older one met her mom at the door. And the picture is based upon one photo in a  triptych my wife took. She's a nut case with a camera. This one sort of matched the poem. I had another one which when I completed it I decided to save for either a story or a poem yet to be written.