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Published on May 28, 2008 By Buddah Moskowitz In Poetry

We study the pieces

of the puzzle

splayed on the

kitchen table

 

just me and

my special daughter,

the one with the

flashflood anger,

who screams

an unconvincingly

“I hate you!”

right to my face.

 

When she rages

I comfort her

through inexplicable tantrums

boiling tears

and the confessional non sequitur

“I hate Dad!”

 

We keep taking her

to doctors who remain

cureless

and we pray to Jesus

to keep things placid

but it’s still

a minefield.

 

Strangers don’t always see

her innocence

and wild playful imagination,

her untouched,

uncorrupted sweetness.

 

She is not

our dirty little secret:

She’s our tortured

angry dandelion

and blessed

talking monkey miracle.

 

“I found a piece”

she declares proudly

unaware she’s too old

for the suggested age

of this puzzle

but I encourage her

because it’s the only sane moment

we’ve had all day.

 

Today

we had a hundred fights    

and I don’t know where

they came from

and now in this quiet

and tender moment

I don’t know where

they went.

 

The time passes softly

as we finish the puzzle:

“Pop-o, put your finger

on it here and we’ll both

put in the last piece

together” she insists.

 

Her inherent kindness

unexpectedly

reassures me.

 

I know I will

miss these thorny times

with their explosions

collateral damage

and dried bloodstains

 

most likely,

sooner than I realize.


Comments
on May 28, 2008

I so recognise a little boy I once knew who had the same inexplicable moments of rage.  Rest assured he grew up to be a loving, caring, giving man.

Beautiful work, mate, just beautiful.

on May 29, 2008

Your family is lucky to have one another.

on May 30, 2008
I like it when I read something that not only makes me want to improve my writing skills but also be better at much more.
on May 30, 2008
I know I will
miss these thorny times
with their explosions
collateral damage
and dried bloodstains

most likely,
sooner than I realize.


Exactly my Buddah Brother.

Exactly.
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