My capacious heart

I've neglected you, Daughter. The fleeting disposition of my absent nature is my Life. I will not expatiate my regret or grief. I will not burden you with my eccentric deeds because you see, Daughter, you will not forgo my trespasses. You will not repudiate my damage because it is done. I do sit up at night wondering and dreaming of your place in life. I think, "Did I have a hand in success or happiness?" Well, as truculent as my Life and choices may seem, Pride remains. I'd rather not face the facts. I'm ruined.

Ephemeral Enmity Love

Father, you have left me. A day has gone and went and still... all is silent on your end of the line. My jovial childhood precedes my somber youth. And, somewhere in between I can see your evanescent guidance and your dilatory inclination swallowing your love. I can see you forever in the background whispering, judging and hating. You knew someday your laggard ways would perch its filthy face on my shoulder. The day has come, Father. A day for recognition. I have bruises; They are well protected and remain fresh. But, Father... I'm okay. Mother was there. Always, Mother was there picking up after your sloppy counsel. She governed in a world enveloped in regret. She's still cleaning your vacuous Life out of my eyes. Bruises fade, Father. The past remains the same.

But, I'm okay, Daddy. Mommy is still here.