DM Babbit Poet Bio

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.

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