How? - A heartfelt poem from a grand-daughter.
One very nice lady (you know who you are..) ended up ordering three poems from me. Two were for her parents wedding anniversary and this is the other one. Permission was kindly granted for the poem to be published (thank you). The names have been changed to protect privacy. The request went something like this:
My second request is a poem for my daughter Jane that she could read at this same anniversary party. I do want to say here that the relationship is VERY strained between Jane and my parents. I talked to Jane this morning and this poem needs to funny, but also tell the truth about how she feels judged, that she can do little right in their eyes, the generation gap thing. Jane and my dad haven't spoken in months so Jane's hope would be to somehow create humor that might lead to dialogue. Pretty tall order, I know. My Dad is a warm and loving guy ... but just can't understand my daughter. Jane is 22, a recovering alcoholic, struggles with self-esteem, is a smart alec, didn't finish school, seems to break all the rules and my dad can't understand her at all. Jane is going back to school this Sept to become a drug and alcohol councillor, just got a full-time job yesterday as a waitress. Has a boyfriend, Brian. The family hobby is fishing. The whole family, except Jane is blonde, and blue eyed, she has dark brown hair and brown eyes. My dad sees Jane as lazy and crazy! So there you go, all the dirt in the plain language.
This poem was meant to be funny,
and it's funny how words come along,
sometimes humour can serve you well,
at other times it can do you wrong.
Distance can create emptiness,
sometimes a chasm that's just too wide,
leaves you to deal with your feelings,
and they can cut you up deep inside.
We are the one blood,
(on these words I could easily choke),
but we are different people,
different strokes, different folk.
But that doesn't mean that I don't need you,
and that I don't love you still,
I have always, always loved you,
and I guess I always will.
Look, I've done it tough,
but sometimes you don't get to see your dreams,
but I'm sure everything has been for a reason,
or at least that's the way it seems.
So I've done my hard yards,
and now I'm running true and straight,
I just want to bury the hatchet,
and there's one other thing that I'd like to state:
You're such a warm and loving guy,
well, how about sending some this way?
Because I'm going to need all the help I can get.
Oh yes - there's one more bit left to say:
I'm a smart alec (because I struggle with my self esteem),
and like some smoked fish I'm also drying out,
but all that is now behind me,
and that's what these lines are all about.
I've now got a full time job,
and waiting tables is just a start,
so take a pick to that ice,
that has surrounded your heart.
I know I'm not blonde with blue eyes,
and you may think I'm a little crazy,
but if there's one thing I'm going to prove to you,
I'm going to prove to you that I'm not lazy.
So I'm going back to school,
to teach others what I know now,
and I'm going to teach you how to love me,
perhaps you can teach me how?
Copyright Allen Jesson :) 2001
This was the nice reply that I received...
"Allen, I love it. I could hardly read it to her over the phone, it made me cry. Thank you so much!!! It is incredible!"