I Am Not My Father, I Am Not My Mother
I am not my father not that I didn't love him
but my dreams deferred along another path
and I have no desire to make the mistakes he made.
I see the past in a haze recalling youthful observations
of love and lust and foolishness
of failed obligations and any responsibility.
He was a good man with a kind and generous heart
but his attention always focused elsewhere
to frely love and laugh and play
with women not his wife.
I am not my mother,
an infatuated, naive young girl
loving a married man and bearing four children
with no plan for raising them in this world.
She was just a lost and wishful bride to be
anticipating love, trust and commitment
but dreading its arrival, choosing instead
to abandon those children as she did.
She was a woman obsessed, lost
and bedeviled by fear, youth, insanity
deprived herself of love and care
having herself no parent knowledge or foundation.
I am neither my father nor my mother,
there was no child for me to bear,
no lasting, permanent love for me to share,
those that were, are too forgotten to recall.
I am but myself,
living, loving while trying to find my way,
lonely and stuggling here along my path,
taking and facing this journey myself each day
I am but myself,
just me.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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