I'm not a poet. I wrote several volumes of bad poetry in highschool, and a couple of poems in college that aren't so terrible. But it is not my forte. Still, it is Mothers' Day on the 13th, and I figure I owe my Ma something beside the cheesecake I sent her from "the Cheesecake Factory." So, here goes:
When I said you were like Lila
I didn't mean it, and it haunts me.
I was young, and reckless
with your heart,
and I still can see the tears well in your eyes.
As I grew, we grew apart, and
finally, together.
And, as I began to know myself, I began
to know you, and to understand.
And, now, when you smile, I smile, and
when you cry.
I try to comfort and calm,
and I cry a little, too.
David is an actor, writer and producer in Los Angeles. He's the founder and editor-in-chief of CSP, and a founding producer of the acclaimed Lucid by Proxy theater company. Despite all this, he still has to hold down a day job in the dot-com world, where he does product and interaction design. His acting has been called "committed," "detailed," "fearless," "hilarious" and "heart-rending" by the LA Times and Backstage West. His writing has been called "articulate and commanding" and "eminently readable" by Flak Magazine. His tenth grade Geometry teacher said he "does not work well in groups." David lives in a little bungalow in the Valley with his talented and lovely wife, Shannon, and two fluffy cats. |
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