Twas december twenty second 1996...

(when all thru house in 1148 Penn Valley

thee eldest scheming to sally

forth unlike her papa hood dilly dally

nothing to chauffeur himself 'cept tally

sheet scored with failure.)

Twenty three years ago

most significant event

within mein kampf,

father time thankfully lent

biologically whipped miracle

stork did present

parturition ex post facto

last contraction sent

bundle of joy christened

Eden Liat Harris,

who unnecessarily went...

Thru accursed domestic travails

nonetheless, (or perhaps because of)

thee succeeded with flying colors

laudable accomplishments ye did acquire,

no matter anxiously riddled papa

i.e. me oft times accountable regarding

precious person, he did help sire

still (even now) still smarts,

though his fatherhood

(luckily for your benefit)

long ago did expire

thus, I ruminate more so

how in your upbringing tender

vittle heart touched with fire

brimming with red hot poker ire

courtesy Matthew Scott

entangling within emotional,

financial, and spiritual straits quite dire

I vaguely recall ye

threatened even to hire

self into oldest female profession

such noble ambition

to earn money I admire

to escape "dirt poor"

penurious manumission

psychologically did tread fully tire,

(maybe hyperbole), yet

poverty legacy didst conspire

to undermine potential

filial paternal bliss,

perhaps not unscathed

a fate worse than death,

and/or vampire

weekend sincere accolades,

now liberally afforded,

how ye scholastically did aspire

striving toward eventual freedom

being invisibly yoked,

hence understandable

declaration independence to aspire,

yes a vibrant young woman

with brilliant head

on her muscular shoulders

and powerful legs (I see)

to vault over any quagmire

donning, supporting,

and trumpeting strong

unimpeachable constitution,

thus concludes my

electronic poetic haywire.