Notes From The Nest

Let's get this straight. I don't mean to berate or to get you irate when I state - greatness Breaks from your face like a sun done shining on failure and pain, and is Blazing some trail to a future of your choice. Your choice. We two be two people who breathed all our vital, convivial, farcical, best and the worst of our fun and iniquities into you. (Larkin was larking compared to the two of us.) So know this, stow this, keep this close and throw this in the teeth of the dicks who would dis you. (And that includes me and you.) We treasure you solely and only for your own self. Hold yourself to no standard you don't set yourself. We expect nowt except you look after yourself. We once held the torch. It's been yours for a while now. Watch as it glimmers and glows, as it grows to a beacon of brilliance. A bright blazing light that signs your life 'cross the universe. Fed and fanned by your own hands, hued by fuel of your choosing, Lighting your way way longer than we two can linger, warmed by its radiance. A penis or happiness? Flimflam or candidness? Tickle or slapiness? You choose the routes to your own blues or jouissance. We 'rents just nudge now, not judge how, bring maps, cheese baps spilling pickle, hold powwows. We want you to know now, take note of this last bit: - We love you. - Love yourself. - Love the struggle. - Love life and the strife of living it.