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Shana Aubrey Harris, Sans Dunning


solely reduced to communicate

via my choice online mode

(ease of use preference

via Facebook Messenger), candidate

said Modus Operandi aye find tubby great

even though this papa doth hate

to say "good bye..."

after lingering delay followed

by "I love you"

swallowing tears irate

as bittersweet poignant end

ding our irregular chat as if

(analogously)...aye ab duck kate

(albeit temporarily),

the joyous role of fatherhood

especially denoting young womanhood of late

said offspring, I helped beget (with ma mate)

i.e. wife (which marriage

experienced rough patches)

nine or so months ceased to ovulate

just a tad more'n nineteen Earth Orbitz ago

as reckoned via dull lix gray matter

encapsulated within

thine barnacle encrusted pate

her virtual presence encountered

earlier today - March 24th, 2018

doth highly rate

as supremely blessed,

through swallowed sadness sans tete a tete

only after clicking end conversation

does this dada

(with genuine muffled sobs) ululate

agonizing with reality empty nest syndrome

asper averred second daughter

aye helped yes sire re:) to beget

whose tender loving care)

under voluntary auspices

sans strong willed kid sister (Shari)

decision immediate decision

needed tubby made

(concurrence with birth mother - Abby)

already couple years zipped,

her homecoming (who knows when),

dud dada Matthew Scott Harris

must keep away fixating

on requisite adulthood),

argh...now...must needs wait!

 


 

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ts735b

ah waz born during the baby boom, that doth now doth rings the demographics with a bulge as if a metaphorical snake swallowed millions of people. now, i meander along the dusty figurative road of life trying to cap cha emotion with my webbed, whirled and wide net.

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