A d’Verse Poetry Prompt – On the Fringe of the Family

Lisa from d’Verse Poets Pub presented four options for poetry today. Her explanation was thorough and a little intimidating to me. This was a memory from childhood again. Yesterday, I went with the earliest memory. Today, I went with my 12 -year-old self, Free verse was the way I went. Hoping it is kosher for the challenge.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to spark on one of these paths:
1. Write a poem using the word edge;
2. Write a poem that keeps Millikin’s question above in mind.
3. Write a poem using the word fringe;
4. Write a poem from the fringe, however you define it.

Another trip to the emergency room.
The diagnosis, a ruptured appendix.
The prognosis, less than a 10% chance of survival.
A frightened child, too aware of what it meant.
A call from mom, to paternal Grandma, to bio-dad.
He preferred to remain on the fringe of the family dynamics.
He told his parents to call the next day to tell him if I survived.
His explanation; he had a golf game to go to.
Bio-dad remained on the fringe and was never seen nor heard from.

30 thoughts on “A d’Verse Poetry Prompt – On the Fringe of the Family

  1. Lauren, with your overdose of aspirin (not your fault) and a less-than-ideal dad (not your fault) and another scary experience at the hospital (not your fault,) it’s a lot for a child to absorb. Glad I read your above comment that you got some therapy and a chance to process some of it.

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      1. Wow, you’ve struck a chord with the “being a girl I was not important…I was the oldest of 6, and their Cinderella (brother 2 yrs younger was mom’s golden child). I suspect you’d agree that “very difficult growing up” doesn’t begin to say it all. I’m so very sorry, yet applaud you–as we’re still here. Blessings to you💖.

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      2. It was a shock to me when as an adult my brother introduced me to clients of bio-dad as his sister. They exclaimed that B always told them and everyone else that he only had two sons. They were shocked at my existence and I at his calloused behavior. You are correct. It doesn’t even begin to describe what I went through.

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