Not One Of Them Calls Me 'Daddy' Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Not One Of Them Calls Me 'Daddy'
What would be the point to make,
If I stated I did something well...
And could not provide the evidence?
That would be like,
Bragging about fathering a number of children...
And not one of them calls me 'Daddy'.
Or know that I exist.
Or care to know!
Since I am a non-entity in their lives.
And yet I talk about how proud I am!
But of what?
The nourishing that is ongoing?
Or the production end of it that takes a few minutes.
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4/24/2024 2:21:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
These are questions without answers. The production in pleasure, but the endless labour of husbanding and breeding? The beginning of the web of delusion out of which the saints want to free ourselves. But how even they can't say!