Dear Dad,
Remember the days when we had that house,
At that lonely, silent road,
On the other side there slept three pools,
Two for grown ups at the top, and one for you.
It always hurt me that you couldn't swim,
You must've never learned in those diabolical droughts,
But that didn't sting me as unusual,
Hell, I'd teach you to swim if I could.
Remember when all we had was sun and shine,
And that aloevera was ripe and real,
When mom was the only rose,
And I was your only beating heart?
When we dipped our toast into our tea,
And grilled our food in Spring's cerulean skies,
When I tip-toed along your bear-like snoring,
To sleep next to mom in frightful nights.
And the time when Christmas was as warm as Summer,
The wholly love of mom and dad the only true gift,
The time when we were a normal pride,
And proud as lions should only be.
I hope you remember that time,
I hope you cage it behind your ribs and lock it,
Throw the key to hyenas for lunch to choke on.
I hope you remember,
Because I hardly do.
