To care for their children, my big brother and me,
My parents would willingly part a raging sea,
The modern-day Byzantine icons, living, breathing saints,
A slash to my youth, their troubled life taints.
My mother, the Madonna, a woman woven in gold.
She couldn’t be mentally ill! How brash, how bold!
After years of regret, anguish, a life in Hell,
She still can’t forgive herself, come out of her shell.
She loved him so dearly, another brother named Daniel,
Forced to give him away, like a runty Cocker Spaniel.
Upon his death, her whole life was shattered,
PTSD, anxiety, depression, her mind left scattered.
My father, Superman, the man of steel,
Left a wound in our hearts that may never heal.
Taken away by police cars, a 4 year old couldn’t understand.
“Give me my daddy”, I would cry and demand.
Mind over matter, mind not on the road,
At his trial, my tears surely showed.
With prison visits, metal detectors were a must,
Even if stainless, through tears, steel will eventually rust.
I love them so dearly, I adore them still,
Through their painful lessons, rise and fall I will.
No one is perfect, a line beautifully sung,
Idealization is best left for the young.