Upon - Console

you reminded her so much of your father

so you were banished and you wonder why you’re so hypersensitive

and why you can’t trust anyone but us

but then how can I begin to forgive her so many years under bridges

with dirty

water

she was foolish and selfish and cowardly if you ask me

I don’t know where to being in all of my 50 odd years

I have been silently suffering and adapting perpetuating and enduring

who are you younger generation to tell me that I have unresolved

problems

not many examples of fruits of this type of excruciating labour

how can you just throw words around like grieve and heal and mourn

I feel find we may not have been born as awake as you were

It was much harder in those days we had paper routes uphill both ways

we went from school to a job to a wife instant parenthood