A Poetic Pas De Deux
Between
Frank and plainmama
By
Frank Solanki
An edited version from
Frank’s blog.
I gave birth to a lie
and it gave birth to many more.
I watched it multiply
till I could stop it no more.
It was all fine until
truth decided to come out
And draw a thin line
Between truth and
doubt.
The lies were spread,
the truth washed them away.
Soon, they were all
dead but the scars came to stay.
Now, the lies are gone
the truth never picked a side.
Scars are reborn
The mother has died.
These words spoke to plainmama and
she replied:
plainmama:
Truth has healing
power.
It might feel raw right
now,
Like ripping off a band
aid,
But wounds heal faster
When exposed to the air
of truth.
They only fester when
covered with lies.
Take care of yourself,
my friend.
Give yourself of grace
and love
In tough times.
Much love.
Frank:
Thanks a lot.
plainmama:
Of course.
And if you need a
friend
I’m always here.
Frank:
I know that.
Hope you are doing good
Too.
plainmama:
Trying not to get sick
In a house of illness.
It’s a tough task.
Frank:
Oh, it is.
Plainmama:
Yes!
When you are the day
care,
Cook and night nurse
Exposure and Exhaustion
Makes the statistics of
my
Contracting said
illness
Fairly high.
Maybe wine will help?
Is that one of the old
remedies?
Just say yes.
Frank:
Yes.
So who’s the one
running sick?
Plainmama:
3 of 4 boys.
Eldest has held out.
I’m sure he will be
barfing tomorrow.
Frank:
Oh, that’s a tough
situation.
Plainmama
Par for the parenting
course.
Frank:
Haha. Yes, but I guess it’s worth the memories.
Plainmama:
Puke does not equal
memories.
For Puker or puke
cleaner,
Or puke watcher
Or puke smeller
Or in regards to
Puke, barf or vomit.
Frank:
Oh, I feel your pain.
Plainmama:
Disgust would be a
better word.
There is not much
grosser than vomit.
Frank:
I’ll talk to you later.
‘Bye.
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