“Yes mother.
I don’t have a lot of time.
I’m on break.”
Well then, don’t bother.
I’ll call back another
Time.”
“Fine!
What is it?”
“I was hoping
To see my granddaughter .
After
All
It’s been so long.”
“Who’s fau-?
You know what
I’m past that.
What do you want mother?”
“I was thinking this evening
Maybe tomorrow
I could borrow her.”
She wants to say yes
Looking at her dress
For imperfections
Hiding the fact
That her life was a mess
Was it really
There wasn’t any stress
But either way
Her mother would win
Small blessings
A phone call
So she’s seeing less
Not finding anything to adjust
Immaculate
She conveyed her thoughts
Accurate – ly
Avoiding
Anything that would reveal her state of
Unease
How to proceed
“During the week won’t work.
How about the weekend?”
“That’s better yet.
Saturday afternoon?”
Her mother didn’t even wait … Continue reading

It was time to go to work
Morning after
The same scenario repeated
And the tension was greater
You know
Balancing on the edge of a razor
That she thought
She should take out
Shave her…
“What am I thinking?”
Her empowered mind berates her
That he hadn’t done anything to raise her
Arousal
Every time she hinted
It was later
Bottled up
Thinking about buying…
“What am I thinking?”
She asked herself out loud
Was this a repeat of a repeat
Should she get out
But then
She was standing in the doorway
Last night
Earlier
And she heard the title
Why wasn’t she proud
Of the sound
Instead it made her
Heart drop
Obligation
She learned
Was not a saviour
Responsibility
And the child comes first
But mutual happiness was greater
Leave now
Or later
Would he hate her
For leaving again
Would this time be better
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It was early
Or late
Ungodly
On earth he
Says that
As a term
When he
Wants to say something is extreme
Like the sound
Of a toddler’s screams
Waking him up form a dream
Something about a fairy tale
But he can’t remember
It fails
His brain
To become conscious
Over high pitched wails
“Go get her for me.”
“She’s not my daughter.”
Before that was meant to get a chuckle
But now
The edge was softer
Slowly hardening
So there was less laughter
Before
He would have moved faster
To look after
The bundle of joy
He had inherited
And she would look on
With a smile
Seeing him
As the perfect father
To her child
Reluctantly
After a while
He climbs from under the covers
Makes it to the crib next door
Hovers
Watching
The face
Melts away his frustration
“It’s okay little one.”
He says without … Continue reading