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!