Unbridled, <br />I fly in the face of my defence, <br />Reminisces are never the full story, <br />Just tortured thoughts collected retrospectively. <br /> <br />Undaunted, <br />You wanted to own me, <br />Your great northern roots spread, <br />Based in the deep northern soil of your youth, <br />They twined around me, <br />I poured my soul on them <br />But they would neither wither or die, <br />Cambridge changed you but not that much. <br /> <br />Unashamedly, <br />The quest for my father was uncompromising, <br />Yet not Christlike. <br />You wanted to be my Christ. <br />I could not yield. <br /> <br />Unhappily, <br />You didn't want to share my history, <br />Nor my despair and desperation, <br />You were indignant and undignified, <br />It could have been so different. <br /> <br />Feign I was that Fulbright Scholar, <br />You should never have eaten the peach, <br />It was an omen, <br />As Adam and Eve never rediscovered their Eden.<br /><br />Lesley Merrin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sylvia-speaks-to-ted/
