December 1st 1957

poem by: Matthew Harris
Written on Nov 19, 2016

alternate title: debut of Amelie Beth Harris 

First borne progeny to the late Harriet 
and current octogenarian widower Boyce 
Harris her birth delivered more than the 
sum total of a healthy baby girl, she gurgled 
with contentment asper the center of attention 
for thirteen plus months until thee debut 
of this author, whose birth (mine) automatically 
designated said offspring as “big” sister, who
would instinctively evince the role of pseudo 
mother, when this extremely bashful boy bore 
being bruited by bullies, whence she served 
as protector and barrier reef to cushion thyself, 
who suffered extreme vulnerability when thrown 
figurative sucker punch (and at times threatened with 
getting hammered to a pulp) by brutes who found 
me a convenient target. The disadvantage standing l
ike a whisper in the wind exhibiting extreme intro-
verted ness (only recently strongly linkedin to bio
chemical disparity), and to top off avalanche of 
denigrating assault this wordsmith subject to 
the unfair incursions of all manner of venal, verbal 
and veracious vocalizations, I spoke with a severe 
nasal arising from congenital defect (during the onset 
of prepubescence) identified as a submucous cleft 
palate, which essentially constituted a split uvula 
whereby two halves of what ought to be a singular 
elongated fraction of an inch tear drop shaped tissue 
played havoc, when every now and again spontaneous 
bursts of utterances took place pronounced nasality a 
capstone in tandem to afore mentioned characteristics. 
This current voluntarily solitary older papa reflects how 
mix of genetic primary colors red deuced his fighting 
spirit reduced him to yell low wing silent blue in the 
face of madness made retorts, which constant besieging 
deplorable fiendish hate jabbering tinder fueling internal 
discord, and exacerbating a pre dilection toward rapier 
renting social withdrawal, temptation toward self starvation 
easily provoked when self esteem, confidence and acceptance 
of self already at an all time low setting the stage for psychic 
fracture, and tis only of late that salient strengths plus health of 
body, mind and spirit prized, relished and valued sprung 
immeasurable from love  eldest sibling, whose needling 
when mine existence akin to a bridge over troubled water, 
now with 20/20 hindsight recognizes such misinterpretations 
as bothersome frequent meddling merely attempted to express 
care and concern toward this sole brother, whose behavior 
when figuratively dangling from tender hooks bore witness to 
maturation of deux darling daughters clearly understood while 
slogging thru the trials and tribulations of fatherhood brought 
revelations sans how pained mother, father and sister felt, 
when helplessness found Matthew Scott Harris to writhe in 
despair preferring short cut viz demise via anorexia nervosa 
than experiencing plethora of positive opportunities to foster 
childhoods’ end, and segway into vibrant young adult, which 
remembrance or things past dredges up Proust chin wince 
of sadness at forsaking manifold glee instead reacting by 
hermetically sealing thyself more exhausting than if early life 
lived with active anchors re: esprit de corps, thus now each 
day holds value even if occupied with routine matters, where 
self actualization finds me striving to deliver measure of 
selflessness and payback to worthy persons who played 
a pivotal role aiding importance of this perceptive person.

 

Tags: love, faith, inspirational, encouraging, wishful,

 

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