The weekend was perfect until I dared – and
oh, HOW I dared – to lend my credit card to
Nici my daughter – whom, mind you, I’d
trust with my life
You were angry and mean, and afterwards
didn’t think to apologise as it was RIGHT –
lecturing me on never loaning my credit
card and teaching my kids as much
I corrupted Nici utterly, I see it’s been the
ruin of your life & kids; I’ll spend the rest
of my days in mourning for everything I’ve
taken from them – or deprived them of
Like my working when I should have been
playing with them when they were small and
impressionable – I plead Guilty your Honour
to every accusation made against me
But let me add – I’ve been trying my best and
so have they, to keep you in a good mood –
because if a benevolent dictator is of a positive
disposition – so many good things get done…
8 June 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem