Tuesday, April 2, 2024

April 2nd in the wee hours

 3 am 


Thinking about the Independent Lens seen on PBS.... that made me cry with the sudden arrow to the heart of understanding, like how is this our world... But is it wonderful this awfulness, the hippies becoming millionaires and hiring poor Mexicans who leave their beloveds to make money that buys cows and food and clothes for their daughters who mourn their missing daddy. And i thought of that insane longin to have my father home from work how we learn is a thing he must do so that we eat. As mother had to do it too - leave us, they had to leave us and all we wanted was them nearby to see what we create, what we made up and it is all desperate because there wasn't enough time, and though they mdae time, stillthey had to leave.

I remember resenting going to relatives house for a holiday because i wanted my parents all to myself, or us, even though i had to share. i remember wanting to parent my parents, buy them presents and experiences, keep them with me.... so wild for one who couldn't wait to leave home. But i always wanted them. So seeing these workers and their families longing made me remember, awakened the child who saw clearly her longing and the way of the world, how even then she wished for a way to help them who worked so hard and loved so hard.....


Saying GoodBye to Daddy


He goes because we need food and clothes

and by this sacrifice and duty he shows

how much he loves us

years away when he wont see

all the ways we change, from on to three

and then to nine because something

about inconsistently dilating time

he will return younger than me

when I arrive at 43, but in between

we ate and grieved the living death

of he who made me

who can watch by farview all we do

transmitted with varying delays

at one point weeks, or years or days

as tech improve such is life of a child

of a technoslave extraterrestrially deployed

returning younger than the kids he made

amazed at the freedoms they've enjoyed

the hearth and home his sacrifice made.


Akua Lezli Hope




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