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The Drinking Daughter

Oldest of two

Responsible for none

She was always a daddy's girl

And a morning person

She quit a lot of jobs

Before she turned 20

And when she wasn't planning to marry someone

Exactly like her father

They were ripping each other's heads off

Over nothing

 

She had strong shoulders

Not as broad as her sister's

She started swimming later

She was always more of a runner

Than anything else

Her parents should have known

Not to let so many hopes

Ride on her

 

Because life savings didn't translate

Into education

Her nose was always sniffing in the wrong books

Nothing on the booklists

Flouting authority was her favorite thing

So all of daddy's money

Couldn't buy her a degree

And all the lectures

She didn't attend

Couldn't make her see a dream that wasn't hers

 

Truth be told

She wasn't aiming all that high in the first place

A sturdy library

A cottage in the country

A dog

A tattoo sympathetic

Honest-eyed husband

And then she picked all the wrong ones

 

With every broken heart

And every finished book

She called home crying

"Dad, I can't do this. I am so lost. I see the destination but not the path."

She'd been drinking again

Frequenting tattoo parlors again

It would be a lie to say he wasn't disappointed

When she could have been

A professor, a musician, an author

Or president by then

 

"It'll be ok," he said

And when she asked why it couldn't be better than just OK

He asked "have you been taking your meds?"

She hung up

 

And thought back to a time when the whole world tasted like

Beer and pretzels

Before she even knew what beer was

It was a picture on the wall

A curly-headed

Naked girl

Tiptoe on a stepping stool

Making pancakes with her daddy

So when the sun came up

Breakfast would be ready

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holly-salvatore
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Sep 21, 2013
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