Member Poem

One most dramatic change in my life
(A recent virtual chat with thine youngest daughter
awakened poignant memories adjusting to
fatherhood for first time).

December 22nd 1996 Bundle of Edenic Joy
Twenty one plus years ago
faux self anointed
cap’n Matthew Scott Harris
twittered n burst with ahoy

on account of thine first borne –
unbeknownst to us then if girl or boy
so an assortment of gender appropriate names –
some brazen others coy
filled pages of our journals, viz

newly minted parent’s endless employ
though of Semitic ancestry choices
per namesake resulted, relinguished,
and reflected more ova goy
which genealogy less significant

than precious progeny healthily fused
vis a vis via twenty-six chromosomes
that did miraculously alloy
into a healthy genetically whipped
miracle – crème of the crop

that only imaginary dragons
reigning over a vampire weeknd
with fiery red hot chili
peppered lyrics could drop
whereby flute tour ring notes

induces Crowded House
crowdsource to hip hop
calisthenics that emulate swishing
brush strokes of a mop,
which if attempted by myself,

would witness one sic pop
so, he sticks twizz ranks, viz his literate
ass spur ray shun to confess
those thermostatic and
temperature controlled

emotions more or less
extolling occasions that held poignancy,
though as first time foo fighter father
my state of managing a newborn
felt chaotic and sorry mess

though words resonated less with Eden,
she most likely happened
to be oblivious asper YES
mine hand felt hog tied,
yet over ensuing years –

the invitation, integration,
and initiation Rites aiding of spring
indelibly impressed invaluable psychic ring
whereby initial awkward role
no longer on par as foster child

for her existence (albeit
demanding at times –
synonymous with other
infantile pang), thine essence
acquired an acute attentiveness

to her basic needs and wants
likened to pay obeisance
per a special offering,
whose absence as a grown woman
make mine heart grow fond

(and psych twinge with nostalgia)
those long days journey into night,
yet mandatory
to let go this biological off shoot
part of me (atavistic human league

to attending babyhood
pampering she required
perhaps, in near future happiness springing
from within herself she will bring
now, a mixed bag of emotions

wrestle and roil
inside her corporeal being,
I praise and prize accomplishments
spurred by natural borne desires
to become independent

rather than shutter herself up
(as exemplified by das papa,
who still writhes, seethes, and orates
many forfeited explorations
of natural self discovery thwarted

renting my psyche asunder
with lightening mailer daemons
still on the prowl,
and trawling like internet trolls
essentially explaining

present years of dulled emotional,
excised financial, hogtied
interpersonal and social toil
repercussions forever unfairly
induced upon the darling lass

pronounced upon star student,
who suffered sheer agony
when asked – by classmates -
the vocations of me
or “mother abby’, which
vicarious torture inflict means
to destroy myself, cuz
utter embarrassment, misery,
writhing really vociferously
within genetic blend, whose love
not asked for nor sought unequivocally!