Padre
I will remember that,
you left
to self-indulge
and for a moment,
forgot the mother and child at home.
But alas, Karma is a tricky woman.
And you were given a girl with quiet power,
one that sits
in the middle of a field filled with
california poppies.
A girl that can raise hell.
One that can kill a man
with her soft eyes
or her sharp tongue.
Karma gave you
the exact girl that you were afraid
the mother at home
would turn out to be.
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