Speak plain before you, no plans
Here because I love my mam
I’ll say it with open hands, eyes on palms I gesticulate the psalms
She’s open hearted
I think I am too, apple never falls farther
I’m the child who came after disaster
Wild but eventually mild, we have laughter
Now but then it was tantrums, slave and master
Cruel word caster my hormonal tongue called my ma a bastard
Dad’d get home, not plastered, and clatter me deservedly.
Used to burn the world down
Ask questions later
Now we shake hands after
Talk to show favour
Why don’t you see them more often
Why can’t you let your heart soften
Put up with more than a lot
Swearing and screaming up and down the shop
Spilled milk I cried every drop
Fought, did worse but never caught
Never went to court, no quite that sort
But sore and raw as any young man eager for sport.
My teenage years the cherry on top
The cream drop on the chocolate cup
Of my adverserial era
I am good behaviour’s serial killer
No doubt she worried every night
No doubt that night I’m gonna fight
Like a black flag album I’m full of rage
Book of good behaviour I rip the page
I’m rude to you but you play your part
You don’t listen to me, don’t think I’m smart
Think I can be artist sure, but first fast
Be studious then, alas, time for your drawing class
I’m not saying I’d ever have been Rembrandt
The Cistine roof never comes to life at my hand
Still, preach a little understanding.
You give and give and give, hand over fist giving
I remember how much you love giving, loathe-sinner
Your body I used to live in
Your head and heart I live in still
Everything you instilled in me
My memories of you around Stillorgan holding my reinstraps
Walking through wind and rain, walking off another of my spats
You are tactile, a soft touch, too soft for this rough earth
Your kindness like salt for the earth
Any thought of you leaving hurts
Bad news and my bubble burst
I remember you told me first
I didn’t listen, you always talk
Stable now but chance of the worst
My heart fearing knockdowns locks down, drowns out what can confound my profound routine
Strife found me, tailed me a bleeding deer through the treeline
I sense your good nature, how you spoil babies and felines
Delighting in play and lightness, all memories evince your brightness
Evoke you at your spriteliest, we all have our time.
Journey billions made before
Well paved path to trod along
Swan boats bobbing at the shore
Heaven visible, as through a bore
Boats going that way return nevermore.
Alchemisland 
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