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alternate title: debut of Amelie Beth Harris - McGeehan
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 content
ment 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 a figurative sucker punch (and at times threatened
with getting hammered to a pitiful pulp) by brutes who found me a convenient target. The
disadvantage standing like a whisper in the wind exhibiting extreme introverted ness (only re-cent
lee strongly linkedin to biochemical 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 cap
stone in tandem to afore mentioned characteristics. This current voluntarily solitary older papa reflects
how hue man mix of genetic primary colors red deuced his fighting spirit reduced him to yell low wing
silent blue in the face 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 of 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.
How we observe and how we reflect.
The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.
The facades of a perfect home.
This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.