47 years you’ve been here
in my lifetime out of your 85.
Nary a day without you near
my mind, my heart, or by my side.
Never too far to talk to,
never beyond our reach.
All my life I’ve looked up to you,
all your life you never tired to teach.
Though your incessant stories,
told over and over and over.
Since my youth to my forties,
I might’ve tired hearing as I got older.
Our incessant bickering
and countless, endless arguments;
are found humorous by those watching -
a mirror of twins with identical temperaments.
I would trade all the riches you left…
Three dozen thoughts clouding my brain,
The sun in the distance, shrouded by rain.
Got to be busy! Got to get going!
A post-workout meal, after gym this morning.
Rushed to the florist, rushed off to work!
Turn on the computer, print that report!
Straining to forget, ghosts from the past,
with every new task, some progress at last!
Log on to the net, “You’ve got mail!”
Replying hastily, then my emails set sail…
Watching the progress bar on the screen,
an idle moment. No! The devil’s beckoning!
Stepped out for a smoke, made a phone call
anything to keep my mind off it all! …
Screaming on top of your lungs!
Hoping nobody would hear.
Hearing your heartbeat loud as a drum
This pain I can no longer bear.
Where is the dream?
Shrouded in gloomy overcast,
Eagerly awaiting the blinding sun,
So I can dig and bury again the past.
Donato R. Vytiaco
31 May 2000 @ 10:52pm