This face of mine Suddenly conjured “Daddy” who’s never Far from my thoughts In my longings of both Parents, long departed
Love and memories Are timeless and if bonds Be true- they’ll neither fade Nor dim, in fact they return With greater muscle eluding All my feeble muzzles
Few years ago dad’s younger Brother did aver that I looked Like him but I gave an emphatic Head shake saying I took after Eldest sibling and that’s why I avoided telltale mirrors
Some emotions between sibs Blow hot and cold, mine was Both love and hate seesawing~ My vagabond spirit, a born rebel Intensely disliked preemptory Commands, capital punishments
Love did abound but was marred By feelings of being misunderstood Always found lacking, guilty or not Love can be conniving and exploitive Found this out the hard way but firmly Stopped own heart’s arterial hardening
Pure love, pride in one’s progeny, non-Judgmental in the extreme, peppered By dangles of mouthwatering goodies To enable sickly me to swallow medicines Supplements, palliatives with mandatory Physical and mental calisthenics, thus
Daddy gently and lovingly nurtured me Mentally and physically while mom Filled my head with magical stories From regional folklore, spiritual tales Read daily from holy epics, all the while Feeding wandering monks, needy at door ~
And then she fell ill And eldest sibling- herself Very young in years, took over Reins of the house transforming Into a harsh martinet overnight And began (sadly) taming me ~ ~ beginning of my end? not likely!