(background info)
Katrina is the daughter of a young lady who was essentially my counterpart – plus breasts. Owing to some poorly relayed information and a protective need following the 6-year old girl’s admittance to counseling because she thought “that good guy (me) was going to die…” – left the mom backed into a corner. I was told never to call or contact her again, though I didn’t find this out until after writing and sending this as a letter.
Kat is the girl who moves with feline grace,
A Cheshire flashing grins all over the place.
Rina is the girl who thinks like a firecracker,
Sharp as a tack, brain to match, thought cracking master.
So when Kat disappears, lithe as a rope.
Her partner has time for mischief while both elope.
They’ll lay out their traps for mommy to find,
Materializing from thin air defying space and time.
And, occasionally mommy may crack a tooth,
To which she bellows, “Watch out, they’re on the loose!”
When their forces combine, surely a hurricane whistles,
Smashing and crashing like a runaway missile.
Theirs isn’t a rhythm, though they have a reason.
For they are a weather event with no established season.
Rain gummy bear gifts will the storm throughout Spring,
Summer has July 4th, so we know what that means.
Leaves Fall heavily into sacks until carefully deconstructed,
Then snow tries to trap them inside with all the strength it can muster.
Though their actions are sometimes bizarre,
Kat and Rina will surely go far.
For they are glowing beauties with insides to match,
The troubles they get in are because sometimes we all crash.
Mistakes can be made, and will eventually fade.
Everyone works to be better,
Life in reverse is all based on what you gave.
Still thinking of you kiddo…
*nearly a year later and still no contact.
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