Only son forsaking his filial promise to father on his deathbed

After papa succumbed

to congestive heart failure
October 7th, 2020 yours truly

neglected fulfilling promised score.

 

I did shirk maintaining bond

with youngest sister

who when a boy especially fond
regarding said sibling
whereat myself and and Shari Todd
played cat and mouse
chasing each other to pond
necessitating both of us to traverse

wooded thicket simultaneously
waving our magic wand.

 

Boyhood of mine chock full of memories

framing me and most favorite playmate
requiring keen eye to distinguish

one scrawny little lad no one would debate
impossible mission to discern
thirty three month age difference,
cuz we appeared to naked eye
as identical twins.

 

Flickering images of yesteryear
pepper memory faculty where

froze frieze in time
trigger an errant tear

trickling down cheek,

when impish gonif nsync

with me comprised pair
of inseparable Harris offspring
in sum re: portrayed analogy

likened to everyday idyllically kleer

pitch perfect courtesy

weatherman/woman maker engineer.

 

Our late father though cremated
would if alive furrow ashen brow
aware how Matthew Scott remiss
and no longer doth bother

(essentially incommunicado between

himself and kid sister

ever since she left home
at age seventeen)

for greener pastures,
which meadow (for success -
defined as transcending
her inherent limitations)

sowed the seeds

of her life reaped with utmost

plentitude of hardihood.

 

Her sixty first birthday

arrives six days from today
(October eleventh two thousand
and twenty two) - decades spanned
with nary acknowledgement
expressed courtesy sole brother manned
existence floundering like a fish

in treacherous waters
barely gasping breath

as he felt afflicted with chronic anxiety

emotionally whipsawed hither and yon
to and fro across

unwritten pages of his life.

 

Yours truly attests feeling aghast
once upon a time resorting

to self starvation initially omitting breakfast

subsequently forgoing every meal
prepubescence witnessed absent enthusiast
for livingsocial hence,

my death I chose to forecast

fortunately no coroner

called to perform autopsy inquest

about which severe

psychological suicidal ambition I jest.