Father, father in his lair
Facing negatives in dank air.
Mustnít be exposed to the light!
Capturing frames of siblings was dad's delight.
Father, father open that door.
We are your offshoots we deplore!
Let a flash of light ignite your life;
We need your exposure even more.
Father, father - invite the light within,
Without your guidance, we can't win.
Bother father, has his kin developed?
Please place those pictures securely enveloped.
Father, father, further do I implore!
Be that wedge on the edge of that door.
We take heed to your compulsion,
To let light in was your revulsion.
Father, father peer into a trying teen,
Once out grown may never know self - esteem.
Finally mother cast him out in fright,
Forgotten and forsaken - took flight out of sight.
Father never bothered to unhinge that room,
Where darkness dwelt - as one entombed.
Father, father in your dying bed,
I firmly believe - by a guiding light -
Were securely led.
... Now I'm with family,
Rather engaged with my paper-mate poetry,
Daunting relatives to haunt unheeding lives.
Pressed on to those eerie, sterile eyes.
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