Oaklynn

Parents fade away, sometimes without grace, don’t sit at my table, mothers without children, see their departing gaze, the waves only visit, Our Lady knows I’m great, no matter how they pray, on cold lit Sundays, my Dad is unfiltered, lost within his ways, his problems consistent, demands loans from my pay, chants without praise, never took us on holiday, a gooey existence troubled, how can we obey, let them take communion, living is my game.