Observational Memories

With a Pen She left for me

I listen to Her argument for sanity

A strange argument to be Heard 

From someone Driving Herself insane

Pondering whether to stop, to Drop responsibility

Three days Are all She needs

I hear Him curse

Something He only does when comfortable

With being Himself

I Paint Her hair

Focusing first on the shape, then

The overall design

Details and highlights, Highlighting Her attributes

I Carry His watch

My wrist grew too mature to wear it, so it is Carried

A burden of love in my talents and routine

Like cigarette soot clinging to clothes

Their argument lingers

The problems of adults become the problems of a Child

Three wounds are all it takes

To bring to mind My secret surroundings

Detached yet Listening

To their argument for sanity

Two beings enclosed in Offspring

A reality they made by opening Doors

Two creatures fighting, circling each other, ready to Strike

Go

A word He’s said before

No

A phrase that has a thousand meanings

One Girl, alone with a Pen, Listening

Two people are all it takes

To create three days of Thinking 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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