My Sentient Life
I was her father.
She said I was her automaton, so I cried.
“Be strong for us” they told me,
so I cried alone.
She said I was a sensitive man,
an oxymoron to her mind,
so I smiled and nodded to her husband.
I over E, that’s me, they say it’s the best way.
Be sensitive but calm, brave but tender,
Love and be kind, but take no shit.
See, feel, hear it all,
Mindfulness is marvelous.
Be everything to everyone.
No wonder I’m confused.
Look both ways and be the ball, feel the wind,
smell the roses, touch her heart.
Mind the gaps and protect from harm.
Kill only when necessary.