Paternal Misgivings Linger...

Though thine two grown
former babes in crib age,
now lead checkered lives,
no longer monopolize my time

as though their persons went backstage
either one embracing, judging,
and negotiating positive
chutes and ladders with courage

evoking glee this papa
helped both beautiful lasses
avoid being risk averse
navigating life with minimal damage

though to get ahead of the class,
(asper the eldest Eden Liat)
credit karma fairly and squarely attributed
to herself with encourage

meant from this papa, who oft time
felt he lacked any clue
akin to a hobbled battleship left
to drift at sea, whence,

upon landfall sub
sequent lee forced to forage
in a foreign dominion (akin to being
among Settlers of Catan),

plus devoid of instruments to gauge,
an optimal strategic operation,
thus figuratively groping in the dark
(unaware of a brewing twister)

guided by blind faith
doth admit saying sorry,
but apologetic homage
would disqualify thyself,

a "FAKE" mastermind
undeserving of just desserts,
unfairly via diktat plucking sweet treats
awash within Candy Land,

a deceptive image
entrancing, luring and, spellbinding
ultimately incurring trouble,
particularly when Shana Aubrey

(younger by about
twenty six months)
garnered lion's share of parental attention
necessitated mandatory intervention

due to language
skills, plus pronounced
developmental delay,
where supreme social service

sages gentle massage
wrought divine prestidigitation
as one after another
case worker did overencourage

to counteract congenital
cognitive setback (coalesced in utero),
now finds das dada envious
(cuz, aye got mired, hogtied,

and bogged down with
obsessive compulsive trivial pursuit,
hence warrant so lucky as thee Punim)

steers ship shape body electric
round her uncharted cerebral
cape of good hope passage.