Monday, February 20, 2023

Poem # 179 Strangers on a stroll…

I still remember those days, when I was a child,
I used to hop on with you, for a windy motor bike ride;
As a kid, abandonment issues made me very clingy,
While your love for us was best described stingy.

Of the stages in life, I know not how you were as a son to your father,
I do not claim to know you well enough, to gauge your role as a brother;
I do however know, that as a husband you set the bar very low,
And as a father, I could not find a worse rating that’s below!

I grew up with you, till I was eight,
Glad mom took over, after that stage;
You failed to recognize, the adult me when our paths crossed,
You were missing from our lives, but not for a moment missed!

Had you been a different kind of man,
We probably would have been, a happy loving clan,
Instead what we ended up, a deconstructed family,
Your absence from our lives, a fair exchange for peace and tranquility.

You deserve all the ill, that i wished for you as a child,
Any calamity I could imagine seems so mild!
If I should be true to my conscience and heart,
I hold you responsible for most of my troubles and hurt!

Or maybe I should thank you for all the challenges we faced,
That made us strong empowered women, worthy of your hate;
While the hardships did not break us, it helped us grow,
Ready to face all the storm that the world could throw!

Feb 20 is your birthday, 2023 you turn 80 this day,
I decide to be kind and not send any wishes your way;
So be thankful, that you will not receive from me a text or a call,
And we can continue to walk past the other, as strangers on a stroll!

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