Crushed-Blue Velvet
Four years of life had been obtained
Sitting on ol' Blue Velvet, crossing my legs
My mother crying, wiping her face
While i was perplexed on this beautiful day.
Father had walked in around noon
With the same face my mother wore
Kneeling beside me by the blue velour
Avoiding my eyes as if it was his chore.
Put in in words that a child understands
And spoke to me, first time, like a man
He'd be giving my mother back her hand
I crumbled inside like when water meets sand.
He said, "It's for the best, Pal"
How
No more family now
Followed up with, "We'll work it out somehow"
Four year old man i became
with an immature, gutless father to blame
Didn't even look at my mother the same
Loved her more and shared her shame.
The look on her face I will remember most
When father became stranger
she became both
mother and father.
I was glad when she got rid of that couch
The Crushed Blue Velvet that just sat still
Served as the tongue that swelled up in my mouth
And the childhood it killed.
Still tried to forget all memories of it
That Blue Velvet place is where it all started
Used to be my favorite place to sit
With both gone, my memories departed.
Might be thinking this a sad ode
On the contrary, it actually WAS for the best
My father only had Love A La Mode
Selfishness filled the rest.
My mother, the soldier, strongest being i know
Did what my idol couldn't do
she fed and watered and watched us grow
Showing us the truth.
Copyright © Peter Calvanese Jr. | Year Posted 2009
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