well they say all good poems
begin with a stiff drink
I've had two so far so
slainte ma, I'm ready I think
I've written to them all
my baby grands have one
yet tremble I to air
firstborn's poem to the sun
why am I who blathers
on transient views
felled, like timber by a
wee girl in teddy shoes?
that's how I remember her
my universe true deity
with pompadour ponytail
"high and to the side, mommy"
it's not for ack of love
that my heart does grieve
it's how she grew and left
before I ever saw her leave
to ode-ify milady
blanc page in quill noir
even dreamings can't sound
all to me that you are
as a sojourner
Setting out upon quest
no foreseeable destination
just the road traveled less
I could tell of beepees
her softie nighttime friends
I wake keening when
my memory dream ends
you only hold your babes
when they're on your breast
you spend your life asking when's
the last time you laid them to rest
is it regret I'm feeling
that's a familiar pain
I've often penned on that
repeated sad refrain
for my little girl not lost
just lost to me it seems
Kahlil says I can't go to
her world even in dreams
I hear self-indulgence
as words drip from my pen
a railroad whistle stop I'd
rather not halt at again
but if I can't even sit
for a spell with my rain
even in my verses
Can I not try to explain?
Not trying to didact
ain't no preachers on this train
just a limberlost momma
trying to sort out her brain
I think recall hurts
and makes it hard to say
all the stupid things I did
in all my yesterday
things I know now but
I didn't see clear then
I wish I had it, my love
to do all over again
I'll pony up and admit
I done so much wrong
even that sounds indulgent
I should play another song
so here's the B-side of
my melancholy memory
I'll make it all about you
instead of my misery
because I'm not (miserable)
I'm most delighted to see
the wonderful you are, honey
that kinda came through me
k, here's what I never got
but I surely do now see
I was but a footnote in
your amazeballs history
You'd never deprecate me
you'd always make me shine
that's my baby, mister
I'm hers and she's mine!
she deserves more, milady
you'll understand some day
my baby star-god deity
will always have her say.
selah.
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