From Parental-Unit

It’s a low, small room in which I’m kept—
The closet for non-custodial parent;
Unaccustomed to working only each other weekend;
Nor are you so accustomed, I’d warrant.

Now, made we less as Peers enlarge
And we parental-units diminish to nuisance;
Hoping our unforgiven task of child-rearing
Leads to a leavening of their insouciance.

Returning to my home as child returns to Other Home:
Was I all right? Did I well shape the heiress?
Will she remember all those Lessons-You-Must-Know
Without having caused too much damaging-to-psyche distress?

But, I’m launching, not fertilizing—
Her own course thru life she takes.
I cannot curry after my little flower,
But watch from afar the choices she makes.

It’s a small, dim room in which I’m kept.
Non-custodial parent, it’s past time you’ve slept.


About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

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