1989 – Me with Dad and Ma in (somewhat) happier times.
What a state of affairs I’m in,
far from the road to ruin, yet
surviving on stalled travels,
like I know what I’m doin’. The
child in me cannot agree… with the
sun and the moon of my being. What
blurred pictures am I seein’? What
mad miracles am I believin’?
Ma, who did the best she
could all by herself?
Dad, trying to make a-
mends ‘til there are none left?
Me, feeling quite in-be-
tween and with no help?
All our travels stalled – do we
know what we’re doin’ at all?