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EDEN AT 16
First borne kin of me loin, why just like yesterday
Unbeknownst to this then unpracticed dada how tempus fugit
Will in a brief flash (like time lapse photography) steal a way
Thine eldest lass swaddled, pampered and attended with oye vay
Sans another soiled diaper to change, retrieve futile dropped binky,
Or sundry other basic need to get abreast per comfort to stay
E’en the simple pleasure per warmth from winter solar ray
Which constancy of nurturance seemed to last as long as infinity
a mental calculation said progeny tossed aside like…child’s play
Nay
Yet this papa pined for harmonic, idyllic and pacific month o May
When picture perfect weather invited me baby daughter to explore or lay
Upon the fresh mown hay
Innocent august bliss stashed in her memory bank molded like clay
Whereby this papa tried to keep danger at bay
But tis rash to seal hermetically and try to keep jarring reality away
Until she sped thru fifteen years on this earthen tarmac
Beautiful dame with an attractive physique and mind that takes up slack
From strains imposed from this fractious abode, where I rack
My noggin per our precarious, perilous perch whence we must pack
A hardship no doubt internalized by this sweet babe smarts she aint lack
In tandem to her maturation and self reliance emotional light years
Ahead of this sire, she addresses as “sir”, who emotes with flack
At utter chaos here and thus realizes internal misery will take shape
When she and the younger punim come back
Yet, her absence felt though she oft spent time alone
In the former master bedroom, now wishing for a clone
Of thine delightful youth and marvel whence
Sixteen years ago from the womb she entered this World Wide Web
While “mother – abby” did push and groan
Whereby tears streamed down me cheeks at miracle biology did hone
Over the course of nine months gestation, and now…merely on loan
When she becomes of age to take flight, though this father will moan
But tis fitting and proper offspring doth not become a rolling stone
Like me, he who contributed to this precious gift no gem canst a tone
If…bereft of this sweet progeny
For this poet would cease to enjoy life and enter the twilight zone!
EDEN – I LOVE YOU OH SO MUCH! MORE THAN WORDS CAN EXPRESS TIS MY WISH FOR YE TO GAIN SKILLS TO MANAGE EACH CHALLENGE VERSUS BEING TETHERED TO FEAR SUCH AS EVIDENT IN ER APP PARENT SITTING WITH INXS OF PSYCHE KEY DELL LICK MOODY BLUE FEELINGS!
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