or
Ode to a Recalcitrant Daughter
Hard and biting,
Words unthinking,
Anger lighting.
Bitter bilious
Condescending,
Fierce derision
Heart�s soul rending.
Joy and pleasure
Turned to ashes,
Foul as venom
Fury blooms.
Leave me youngling,
To my sorrow
Loveless, lonely,
Tending wounds.
----------
Someday should the
Trickster take you,
Far from arms that
Hold you dear,
Words unthinking
Then may haunt you.
Mind you, then,
Your scathing jeers.
Joy and laughter
Both are fleeting,
Yet pain and sorrow
Marrow deep.
Be mindful that
The field you sow,
May just be
The one you reap.
