I don’t know I wish I did he died young I can’t recall the things he said I try to imagine the I love you I’m proud, too you’re daddy’s girl pretty through and through I think I’ve been listening for daddy’s words all my life
The maple in the front yard stands tall and formally serious presiding over a well-kept lawn but autumn has been teasing, tickling, tempting her decorum and something that was unlit suddenly flipped a switch now she’s dressing herself in frivolous, gaudy colors a brazen, beauty of a wench and sheds her glory in an unsubtle strip-tease dance.
She never needed me before wrapped up in her life and loves I learned to look elsewhere for support, acceptance, worth, not realizing it must come from inside I learned it late, but not too late though now she has no one and has grown old mom needs me. Duty and love and guilt entwined in a messy plait.
Eggs are fragile enclosed in a hard shell which itself is easily cracked and such a good metaphor for a heart that can be broken for what can’t be put together again for the universe and life and death… and why does it always come around to death?
You say you’ll love me unconditionally? I already have a dog. That you’ll wrap your love around me? Fleece blanket. That you’ll give me the sun and moon? Where would I store them? That you can’t live without me? You have till now and will.
Your face falls, smile fails, a tear gleams in your eye, I’ve hurt you – I’m sorry, but it just isn’t wise… for me. I watch you walking slump-shouldered to the car a pretty girl passes and smiles your head whips round and you say, “Helllooo there”… Class dismissed.