Neighbors through
thin plaster
walls.
The Screaming
Of Course, When I Was Little
I didn’t understand the
terminology of words like
infidelity.
Nor the implications
of my father’s sundry
addictions.
I only knew my wicked
mother took us far away,
kept us far apart.
Time passed, with little
word from Dad.
But, having experienced
Mom’s growing
frustration
at a stalled career and
family life’s daily
limitations
I put the blame squarely
on her. As for Dad,
I could have forgiven
him pretty much anything,
even his silence.
As long as I could forever
stay his little princess.
Okay, Over the Last Few Years