Absence of Your Presence In My Life Woke Sadness

Papa unexpectedly overtaken with woe flashback shook me complex edifice head, shoulder, knees in to toe quietly processing silent film status quo shant upended jollity between when a little girl no matter mine nonconformist mien unconditionally accepted, ye dear daughter(s) don't know sudden onset of anguish ho... ho... ho holiday cavorting accentuated as charade, facade, masquerade fueling ego particularly Santa with the Misses, and her sharp claws keeping warm while temperature five below. No matter most every detail I accurately gauge to attest your life bustling chock full o' zest withheld, no doubt emotions smolder within your chest and kudos to thee lovely offspring (both) packed bags and headed out west twas honorable duty, though now... papa feels like an unwanted guest thee survived, albeit psyche bruised, undergoing the electric kool aid acid test laughter when playing Mancala, Uno, Sorry, et cetera, how dada predictably did jest when table turned, I (spoiler alert) willingly, lovingly, and blithely lost desire to win quest to dispose cards, game pieces, and/or glass beads invariably other occasions ye long since left (as thee must) me and mother with an empty nest. Nothing more doth Matthew Scott ask or desire then to delight and bask as well educated hire swimmingly how thee learned to acquire confidence and multitasking, while I trod thru much psychological muck mire oft times (like now) experiencing financial straits dire, linkedin to when only youngster fire within me belly to joie de vivre peter out and prematurely expire and yours truly reckons nothing can change the past aghast being deprived a marshmallow at long ago time sharing campfire with shortcomings scalding, killing, crimping relationship, doth now conclude another poetic wire.