The Day After

Whispering they leaves the branch it bends from the roaring wind of the banshee. And so have you with my sister made good your threats. Sister you have not even read the mind and heart of your daughters nine poems and your daughter knows now the truth of what evil is not meant but good instead it is. You threaten me with things you help to bring about. Yes I worry over mine, That mother is an alcoholic and hence by mental defect is not guilty of that which you have done. Being forwarned about enabling that of which once was my family. You choose instead to harm that which you could either not understand of could not have. By my youthful actions of folly and theft pre·med·i·tat·ed accountability they had and yet perhaps a better man I am, perhaps naught, 'my dear sister and ex other. but those of whom of which I speak and see the sun a burning flame a candle of passion. I can but speak for the child the harmful actions some adults have caused, and it is not their curtain you hide behind, because it once was easier to marry ten Arabs and black mail them with thier freedom and desire to remain here than be uselessly killed over there. I can but forgive both your two hearts. And sofly so soft perhaps you can't hear it. Your first theft from me was thirty two months in prison because I could not return what I took from them. doing what you did with your bi polor friends in front of my child because her mother was as well and you would not defend your own child against the demon that dwelled within the home of your child and it called crack, you must forgive your self for that which you have done and because again you have choosen that over this, they know. She is my only neice the other dead at twenty one trying to run from that which you were and are you not fearful that their is a God at all just in case hedge your bets, as you have trimmed and cut the rose. And thus to defend her from that which is not in reality a maker of drama queens. and Yes I will, she is but the ten year old child you hide behind. a writer of poems trapped in a house, hello and I did what because, because of what you would not do I will do for you again. So we go to court next week to seek out your vanity and weather or naught I can beheld accountable for that which is your vision of what consistutes truth. I will always have night mares about what my daughter saw with you and my other and drinking while your mother kept yours for you. And girls just want to have fun when only ten but at fifty one I would think that a reasonable inference would be on the child that every one else takes care of many days past and many too come The Day after, 'You did what You, did. 18 June 2010