Today is a mixed bag
Like so much in life
And I have mixed feelings
A mess of childish resentments and
Spiteful retaliation and love that
I will probably die with.
My mother was like a starlet kidnapped into a homely peasant family
Tall with blood red fingernails.
My father was the homely peasant over-awed
By his captive.
My aunts were jealous and mingy with praise.
I was the daughter
Having inherited flat feet and myopia
From my father
And delusions of grandeur
From my mother
A mixed bag.