• 1972 Sesame Street

    Youtube displays an old Kermit the Frog
    in front of me and as the child giggles
    about ABC Cookie monsters,
    I'm ( very ) bitter.
    I didn't know what that program
    was until I was 14 years of age.
    Weeds of confusion grow into the forgotten cracks
    of my brain with trying to understand
    her laughter and what it merits to
    her own growing stature.

    I'm disgruntled again
    because the daughter I could be a better mother for
    is scattered across the Puget Sound:
    ashes to what could be my own times
    renewed with alphabet songs and Big Bird travels.