Amelie Beth Harris Mcgeehan

Amélie Beth Harris -McGeehan Acknowledgment of birthday gal, whose invaluable priceless worth exceeds more'n a bajillion dollars. First born of Boyce and Harriet (both long since deceased, albeit cremated whereby their ashes - cremains scattered to the four winds) in Paterson, New Jersey December first nineteen fifty seven. A protective big sister to yours truly her one and only rolled together into hypocritical, poetical, and zoological *****sapien specimen younger, middle and older brother, he/him principally schooled as scapegoated target courtesy bullies endearing herself in later years, especially prior to death of our father, and readily admitting how she vicariously suffered when I, a dogged latter day Unitarian wordsmith experienced chronic duress as an emerging adult, particularly merciless hateful acrimony delivered out the mouth of him, who helped beget me thirteen plus months after aforenamed sibling came into webbed wide world. Interestingly enough as recipient of attaboy accolades, I experienced a greater emotional covalent bond, and indeed felt more linkedin to baby (i.e. bubala) of Harris family (Shari Todd same maiden name as above hyphenated surname via a missus dash found husband more'n two and a half score years ago still blissfully married to Andy Dunning, whom she met at Young's Regency roller skating rink) approximately thirty three months younger than heretofore aging long haired pencil necked geek, one formerly painfully shy lad, yet ironically now in winter of my discontent finds greater harmony, synchronicity, and zealotry with (en)titled kinfolk of this poem. Genes of Ashkenazi forebears wrought nonpareil woman invested with endearing, loving, truss ting emotional bulwark bridging golden gated span of sixty five orbitz around nearest star ofttimes exuding Pacific deportment exhibiting genuine care and concern, for all creatures great and small ever conscientious to vet behaviour that would be injurious toward flora and fauna applying tender loving care subsequently unsuspectingly witnessed by eye of providence daughter of Mother Nature donning raiment of quasi holiness coaxing, harnessing, and questing to impart fidelity, integrity, and vitality when transfusing life sustaining force, especially bestowing maternal rejuvenation when some stranger abandoned their pet, which castaways found forever home on property at 324 Level Road, (long since razed for vinyl city), I harken back many decades ago when Amelie convinced zee mama and papa to provide unfettered nurture to a mangy, scrawny, and lucky dog (purportedly heavily abused) much loved pooch named Socrates, who strongly resembled the Basenji, African 'Barkless Dog,' a compact, sweet-faced hunter of intelligence and poise nevertheless, whose barcarolle repertoire (resplendent with echoes of traditional folk songs sung by Venetian gondoliers - ruffly redolent from Tales of Hoffman) bestowed, imparted, and voiced invaluable canine wisdom despite issuing foul breath revealing yellowed teeth our canine buddy sorely missed upon his demise.