Twas december twenty second 1996...

thee eldest scheming to sally
forth unlike her papa hood dilly dally
nothing to chauffeur himself 'cept tally
sheet scored with failure.)

Twenty three years ago
most significant event
within mein kampf,
father time thankfully lent
biologically whipped miracle

stork did present
parturition ex post facto
last contraction sent
bundle of joy christened
Eden Liat Harris,
who unnecessarily went...

Thru accursed domestic travails
nonetheless, (or perhaps because of)
thee succeeded with flying colors
laudable accomplishments ye did acquire,
no matter anxiously riddled papa
i.e. me oft times accountable regarding

precious person, he did help sire
still (even now) still smarts,
though his fatherhood
(luckily for your benefit)
long ago did expire
thus, I ruminate more so

how in your upbringing tender
vittle heart touched with fire
brimming with red hot poker ire
courtesy Matthew Scott
entangling within emotional,
financial, and spiritual straits quite dire
I vaguely recall ye

threatened even to hire
self into oldest female profession
such noble ambition
to earn money I admire
to escape "dirt poor"
penurious manumission

psychologically did tread fully tire,
(maybe hyperbole), yet
poverty legacy didst conspire
to undermine potential
filial paternal bliss,
perhaps not unscathed

a fate worse than death,
and/or vampire
weekend sincere accolades,
now liberally afforded,
how ye scholastically did aspire
striving toward eventual freedom

being invisibly yoked,
hence understandable
declaration independence to aspire,
yes a vibrant young woman
with brilliant head
on her muscular shoulders
and powerful legs (I see)

to vault over any quagmire
donning, supporting,
and trumpeting strong
unimpeachable constitution,
thus concludes my
electronic poetic haywire.