nikita dear

DEAR NIKITA

A Prayer for Thee and Thine

[In lyrical form appropriate for music]

By Izzy Ess of Surrogated-ness

[in C or F flat minor

By a good rock band,

Like Pink Floyd

Or a good blues band

Like Muddy Waters]

Sensational was what I said about Nikita who was now spectacularly beautiful.  She showed me pictures on her cell phone that were eyefuls of such pulchritude that I was overwhelmed as if I’d witnessed someone putting arms right back on Venus, Milo’s statue of a white and eyeless spirit, but now she had those blazing grey and hazel eyes which like chameleons would change to green or blue or black depending on her attitude and state of mind and her arms that could be used to hug me and to hold me close enough to be in Heaven, eh?  Suffice to say, she was too young for me and though I’d make her happy she would always think of me as fatherly and not romantic for her.  So be it.  I do accept the spiritual role of father of this angel who emerged from her depression and suppression by a soul who didn’t understand the value of his girlfriend and by a mother who was jealous of her and a father who was not around to be impressed by his own flesh and blood.  She did have a slightly younger brother whom she loved and who loved her.  She turned me down.  I know she needs the leadership and good protection of a father’s spirit, which I have, and I surely need a surrogate daughter to replace my own who will not talk to me and hasn’t since age fourteen, even though she’s married now and might have my grandchildren abounding in her home.  God bless you dear Nikita.  I will always love you and be around to talk to you when things go south or sour or a foot of someone clumsy and un-inspirited doth step on thee.

AMEN AND HALLELUJAH!

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

August 22, 2013