For Your Seventieth Birthday, My Gift
For your seventieth birthday, my gift
Given to avert tragedies to come
Out of Wilderness, no longer adrift
To live a Life, I must have my Freedom
The past decade I have tried other things
Recovery, wandering, distance, too
I'm almost out of new salves for your stings
So I must now sever my ties with you
The Monsignor said I must write you off
Had I but listened two decades ago
Seconded by my shrink, I only scoffed
But they were in a position to know
    Annulment? Divorce? I've yet to decide
    Off my list for now, though, is Patricide.
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