Hi GG
Fear of men? Now how did I guess that lol. I have a fear of some women. Brought up by a nurturing loving woman that also had a narcissistic destructive manipulating side. 7 years ago at 54yo My sister and I stopped seeing her. She ruined my first wedding in 1985 and was threatening to ruin the second. At 79yo she was handed an AVO to stay away from the park where the wedding took place. I'm a big guy but any form of bossiness frightens me. I've been a prison warder and investigator, dog ranger and bouncer but the little old ladies that point their finger and raise their voice gets me running. Funny hey.
For many years I'd written poetry but couldn't get them published so had no benefit for them. I began writing to this lady I'd met at a cemetery that had two children murdered to see if I could help her have some sort of life from losing her only two children. That was 11 years ago. I'm still writing to her.
My point is, just like there are wonderful women out there some also point the finger at me and be bossy. Just like men out there like me can be...well just like other men and flex their muscles and get frustrated, some are marshmellows inside.
So, here is a poem that I sent my friend once many years ago. I hope you like it.
HOUSE OF WAX
He was busy with the pouring
This old mans name of Max
So I toured his workplace while he toiled
This holy house of wax
There were inventors of a kind
And starlets from the stage
There were master minds of talent
From another age
There were heroes from the wars
And leaders of a group
There were figurines of wax
From every allied troop
I stopped to admire him work
His name tag read just "Max"
"You really are a marvel...
how you recreate from wax"
I focused on his one off mould
And marveled when it set
This figure of a lady
That I recently had met
Her arms were open wide
as if about to fly
I asked a simple question
I asked a simple "why"
"Because she is cradling her girls
Even though you cannot see
It is the stance she had
When they were one and three"
He continued to work away
As the making of the sign did end
And I was in total or
Of the image of my friend
He rolled out the final cast
To place at the mothers feet
This house of wax creator
That I was glad to meet
He placed the sign just right
This single cast of one
The sign read appropriately
"this is the perfect mum"...
Tony WK