Monday, November 07, 2005

I have no right to stress, so.
no right to vent.
This is not even my problem,
My trial,
My torment.
No, far far worse…

If only I could make it mine.
I would dive into the mouth
Of hell itself
To see you safe from harm, my child.

If I knew what was best for your mother,
I’d shake her and steer her clear.
But I am no more omniscient than omnipotent.

I’m shackled, here, to the wall.
Helpless, powerless, useless
While my little life,
My precious girl
Is thrown into the fire.

This family I love is torn apart,
your lives forever changed
And what can I, the beloved aunt kiki,
Do to rescue you?
make lasagna,
rent Harry Potter movies
and watch you learn to save yourself.

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