“You must honor your parents, child!”
Biblical-heavy demands echo of mother
Loud! with firm-righteousness, while father,
yelled for silence and an undisturbed dream…
An odd mismatch thrived in hard-lived love
entwined in natures’ play and mud-skippers…
Safe to frolic, outdoors, a young skipper
flew in free-sailing machinations of a child,
wooden-spooned now and then by mother,
who wished reality wasn’t so lost to father.
“Do not waste your time on a useless dream!”
Oh, but she told stories that resounded love….
…some filled with regrets of domineering love…
Freewill lost to command of parent skipper:
In the negation of the wishes of a child
under the influence of a forceful mother,
and the quiet acquiescence of a silent father -
turned from self; to please, lived another’s dream…
Embracing preached selflessness, one’s dream
sacrificed. Is that not the essence of true love?
What harshness it is to have the heart skippered!
Strings pulled and led to skip as a puppet-child,
grown to fall! I never planned to be a mother,
but fool I fell, and found my child needed a father!
On repeat, the cycle now: a whirlwind father
sweeping everyone along into his dream,
so assured in its arrogance and draining love,
waving aside protestations for he is the skipper!
This time around, he faces a smarter-evolved child,
demanding logic of reasons, glaring genes of mother!
Will I ever be skipper of my own dream?
Now as mother, I tend to those of my child,
and guard against a father’s, over-powering love.
(10/15/17: Sestina: ’73 Viking 33 Convertible: PPBY, Stock. 10/13)
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