(this endeavor more self directed to progeny,
whose psyche wounded, strafed, and nicked.)
Incumbent upon me own
purring impetus, a sincere
desire arose NOT to ask
thee anything, but mere
lee accept father's shortcomings,
which time constraint here
which poetic expression hoop
fully evokes thee dear
daughter (Eden Liat,
a whip smart,
mature first born),
who didst bear
witness to unpleasant
super charged rage
undoubtedly breeding aversion,
anger, disgust, hostility, embarrassment,
estrangement, hatred, ill-will,
loathing, repugnance, shame
when we lived at
1148 greentree Lane,
and 734 West Railroad Avenue
neither riches such
as precious metals,
jewels, gems, et cetera,
could never buy
thee equivalent of
an admirable, equitable,
and inimitable
"star student" die
ving (figuratively) into
the thick of life,
which grueling, sans fierce
exertion bore fly
ying colors, where Lower
Merion academic instructors
(kindergarten to twelfth grade) high
lee touted your
above average aptitude
viz, dominant intellectual
bent intrinsically, genetically,
and enigmatically brewed,
which "smarts,"did
advantageously inc clued,
perhaps even a sum mattering
of intelligence quotient
girl scout points froom this dude
yielded a metaphorically harmonically,
and compositionally complex
cerebral edifice etude,
oh...and of course being
nursed by "mother"
as moost vital infant food
to foster (long hall)
robust body, mind
and spirit that
did more good
then harm (I hardly
aver no critique
posed against breast milk)
case in point attributes
your physical health,
when rarely did thee ail
accessing apportioned medicaid
resources, the pediatric
service provider would avail
exempt from common
child hood diseases
(nearly all eradicated -
at least in this country)
with proven inoculations,
which only minimally caused
uncomfortable side affects,
and for the most
part did derail,
yet...no matter this dada
strove not to fail
as thee paternal parent,
I recognize resentment,
that oft times burst forth
like a furious gale
(putting dear old Florence -
yes her of cane to shame)
if this muggle able and willing
to wave a magic wand,
and turn back
the hands of time
he would revisit those
instances, when hurtfulness
thee em man hint
beautiful darling daughter,
would even resort to mime
to communicate the
inadvertent hostile environment,
ye and the Punim unfairly weathered
asper blistering crime,
asthma person appeared as a bum,
when this "sir" with hate,
and/or mother
appeared ill suited tubby
legal birthright guardians
in part attributed,
one or both of us
vowing school of hard knocks
tubby a flunked out “FAKE” alum.
- Author: rew4er2nail ( Offline)
- Published: September 20th, 2018 20:43
- Category: Love
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