A Poem to those that We Love

 Some Toxicity Makes Us Barf Up Constantly

Poem as Follows

    I think mostly warmly of those that I love

    I think of them, remember them, hope the best for them.

    Some times they do not respond well, or maybe pretend that I do not exist or matter.

    I believe that that is on them.

    It is their loss.

    I offer something, but they cannot accept it.

    Okay.

    I love them despite themselves and despite my idiosyncracies.

    They can ignore warmth and love, the sun and the stars.

       Some stars are occluded due to pollution, lights from the big city

        Or huge volcanic eruptions in far-off far flung places like Indonesia

        Or Iceland.

        Or maybe Pinatubo on Luzon Island...

        Anyway you slice it, I recall warmer climes when you were my sisters, or brothers,

        My brothers in arms, or in peace,

        My parents struggling to be happy, or quietly content.

        Still mine and the ones I love.

        But you have the right, or the privilege, or the sad misfortune to ignore me,

        Forget me, resent me.

        God grants us that agency. He is kind and cruel like that.

        We have all the freedoms and constrictions of the universe.

        I love Him, and you, and I will live and die for all of it.

        You have the right to disdain those that gave you life, sustenance, and rearing.

        You cannot, you may not, you perhaps will not even care a whit for soldiers or marines or rescuers who died for you and your blessed country, richer and freer and more powerful than the rest.

        Because of all it. For all of us. You, me, everyone.

        I choose to remember and love, cherish and celebrate.

        I will not forget them or us or you.