Poem = Written 9/15/2000 - I don't think it's possible to describe the complexities of the parental relationship in words. But I am so glad that we all still try. I used to think that I had no clue what I was doing because I got sober when I found out he was on the way, and so we age together in a strange sense of the word, but the more I talk to anyone who has been a parent or parental figure, or a child, I think I agree with a friend of mine who said that the ones she worries about are the people who claim they know what they are doing. (SEA 2/1/2013)
(Jakey)
My mom doesn't always know how to love me
but she tries her best.
She tickles my ears.
She makes monster faces.
She lets me splash the tubwater.
She says she is sorry when she yells.
She's trying to find my dad.
And in the morning, when she drives me to school,
my Mom is Powerful -
She can block the sun out with her hand
so I don't have to squint.
sem9/15/2000
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