We are damaged by
The uniqueness of
Our parents. All
Of us, as they are
All unique, not at
All as we expected
Our parents are as
Different as each
Person is unlike
Each other person.
Our parents might
Be accomplished or
Just eccentric or
A little unhinged.
We like to think we
Alone are special
We deny them that
Uniqueness we think
Makes us distinct
And special. We want
To keep that for
Ourselves.
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Once upon a time
You pass, as one does, a
Youthful woman, was that
You, way back when being
In your twenties was real
Time for you, when walking
Coatless towards a party
Did not send shivers up
Your arm and your allies
Carried beer and you held
The pizza box, every one
In this group gleeful and
Giddy with anticipation of
A good night out. Are they
All you? Passing time past
On this Saturday street as
If yesterday can be met in
Real time, you as you were
You as you are, a weekend
Stroll into what once was
Red
The Wolf grinned
Sheepishly. The
Better he trailed
Off. Red loved her
Granny. She did
Not know what the
Wolf had done to
Her granny. He was
Not her granny, even
In disguise. He was
Wearing her glasses.
That was comical.
Red was worried
But she had to laugh
The Wolf did not
Have a sense of
Humor. Red thought
About all the times
She and her granny
Joked and laughed.
Red said You look
Ridiculous to the
Wolf. He grinned
Or was that his way
Of wincing. All the
Better, he repeated
Red missed her
Granny. The Wolf
Shrugged. He was
Just being who he
Was, Red thought,
And she sighed
How it unfolds
Me, but also all of us
The rest is just rearranging
The notes of our songs, or
The furniture in our rooms,
The clothes we wear or the
Jackets we discard. It's all
As expected, as it was set
Down, jotted once, so we
Can play upon a template
To make it our own, ours
To make it the music that
Is the backdrop of our life
You
Rhythm runs your heart,
Beats out the time, taps
Down through your toes.
Its syncopation rides in
Every movement, you're
Smooth, gliding with a
Grace that's memorable
The counterpoint sweeps
Everyone off their feet
Us, you plus me
The rearrangement is the
Arrangement, the timing
Is right on the beat, the
Counterpoint moves so
Effortlessly, melodiously
You feel each note move
Through your heart, I can
Rewrite a chapter, change
A word or two so its all in
Rhythm, a drumbeat that
We recognize as ours alone
Tamara, really 