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(To at Least 5 of my 6 Descendants)

You’re passionate. I see and honor it.
You feel things deeply and coherently.
Your fast reactions are appropriate,
but not your forcefulness. Apparently
we’re fortunate; we’re anything but numb.
Though vehemence may vary by the hour,
nobody can complain you’re dull or dumb.
Your depth of sense is like a super power.

But every power needs to be controlled!
The challenge is to learn to modulate.
While waxing hot, you might engage in cold
consideration of your mental state.
Respectfully I tender this appeal:
to teach yourself to regulate your zeal.

My boyfriend had bad allergies that barred
him from enjoying outdoor times, he said.
My husband’s hem’rhoids made the biking hard
and painful, so he stayed at home instead.
My children’s dad was too depressed of course,
to take them traveling or teach them craft.
My Ex thought if there hadn’t been divorce,
he wouldn’t be so bitter. He once laughed,
but soon he channeled grump curmudgeonly,
and Grandpa just won’t fly or drive that far.
His ears can’t take the cabin pressure, see,
and heel spurs don’t feel painless in a car.
For four and forty years, the man excused
himself from work and love, his spark unused.