Baby K was absorbed into the faceless crowd again
I was supposed to hold your hand — keep you safe
And now you’re lost and it’s all my fault
K is always about 6 in these recurring terrors
But in the real world she turned 18 this year
Why do I keep dreaming of losing my sweet 6 year old sunshine?
You were so mirthful and so lovable
You’re still so mirthful and lovable
But now you also long for independence & picked up a sassy sense of humor
Different but still my dearest
You changed so fast
Maybe it was because of my mistakes
Maybe it was because of the divorce
They made you strong; autonomous & compassionate
But also left some deep wounds and left you isolated
I hope you forgive me
I was an ingenuous kid who gave you too much of a good thing — oblivious to the toxicity of my didactism
But I’ve always loved you
Alas I guess the outcome in the end matters more than my intention
Now that you’ve become an adult, you’ve finally got the independence you’ve pined for
I hope that as you grow into your own, we can get closer
I hope that as you grow, you will remember that I love you
You will remember that I’ll always be there for you and that I’ll honor your sacrifice by being a better teacher to my children
- C
For Further Reading…
- On the Sun of my life, check out my visual poem Waipo is my Sun
- On an Octopus, check out my visual poem The Octopus
- On Art as a vehicle for exploring authentic values, check out Art Art Art
