|
That is what I would have to say.
At least if I am going to be polite.
Otherwise I would have to use a jumble of explicatives and
profanity.
Bitterly squished…
still polite, yet a little more real.
Oh hell, so incredibly and grotesquely denied and controlled,
that I would give up my life....
And the only thing,
well actually the loudest thing that pounds inside my mind
is........
To what end?
What am I even sure of?
What am I being confronted with?
Myself....
someone else....
My daughters....
Scared.
No, frightened beyond my senses.
What do I need to learn, in order for you to be?
Please understand this, I want you to BE!
To my three beautiful young women,
do not allow yourselves to be squished by anyone!
Please, oh please, do not let me squish you.
Do not feel pressured to live inside my narrow boundaries.
Instead, take flight.
Fly with birds of many colors.
Taste, touch and feel.
And when you have,
show your grace on me and share....
Share with me,
for then it will be my time to learn from you....
Now is my time to learn from you....
Love,
Dad |
