Of Olivers Poem by Susan Lacovara

'Please sir, can I have some more',
That twist of fate, leaving me hungry, still
unsatisfied
with empty bowl,
and an aching, to be nourished-
full bellied and belonging
to a generous portion of love,
served warmed, and plenty...

I was young, tied to the oversized hand
of my father...
As a reward for a courageous trip
To the maniacal dentist,
He bought me my very first LP album...
'Oliver'...
And his Good Morning Starshine
became my anthem
Which I sang, with swollen gums...

He was a neighborhood nobody
'Til he walked me home, one winter night
Passed the boarded up strip mall,
through the tangled frozen field,
'Round the broken streetlight corner...
dropping me like a well carried parcel,
'Special Delivery'
on my parent's porch...
Thereafter, was someone, I'd never forget...
Oliver...

Yet another, of same title,
Stoked the firey flames
Of conspiracy and controversy,
with a Hollywood heaping ladle,
spoonfed me strategized stories
tempting me, to theorize what I knew
to be true...
Seeding my mind's meadow
with a curiosity
for endless questionable debate
Instructing me to look beyond....

A collection of Olivers...
Kept in cardboard boxes
marked 'Memories'
And like that old record,
Sometimes taken out...
And dusted off....