Dad

Journal over Dad


Poem

Over or under about the wiles and wonders of Dad.
Overcoming, underestimating, overwhelming to the brim.
The cool long stride of living at home at the age of 37 with my mom and dad
is the longest most dreadful journey part I've ever had.
Is it because I am alone or not alone in the essence of family.

What should be what shouldn't be.  The very threats and words of negativity.
Over reacting under achieving and feeling glum an blue with out you.
Theres the long lunches of cheese burgers and fries, the see through talks of the minds lies.
Curiosity and failure malfunction and plunder of what dad knows and doesn't.

Theres the revealing traits of hidden agendas that turn up, and the turning over of unhashed makeovers.  There isn't a scheme out there without a a truth to be told exhausting and wasting away to be told.  What am I getting at, I guess I never wanted to stop being a young daughter since i
don't know what an older daughter entails.

I move life as a snail. Maybe there is a day for a time to slow down.
Maybe theres a way in life to go around.