His
lovely
daughter hefts
logs heavier
than him, spruce sections
she saws from huge fallen
tree, while Dad sits, wishing for
long-gone youth, pain-free, to work with
her, helping lift heavy weight of growth.
He settles for watching, warmed by his pride.
What is it with this fucking hateful world?
So many would destroy her beauty.
Thanksgivings she invites heartsick
kids shunned by their families for
their being, to feast ‘til
hunger’s done; meanwhile
haters hunger
to murder
precious
love.
~ Wry Welwood
15th of August 2021
Dedicated to Remi.
(For accurate scansion of this syllabic form, read on Web.)
Published on Medium in Sky Collection, Samantha Lazar, editor.
Republished in Shadow in Light, January 2023.