Papa, deuteragonist. The play
Is This Was My Childhood, Growing Up.
Another species would play to hone
The muscled instincts, but here we have
The play as domesticated pet
In the walled domicile of the game,
In which the domesticated soul
Of the playwright also lingers. Pa
Says those lines that daughter has written
Or writes these lines daughter has spoken
For the play, which is fun to play with,
Like the kitten Pa once adopted
For daughter to play with, which became
A cat with a small part in the play
Until it ran away in the play
Which everyone gets to tell themselves,
Some forms tragedy, some comedy,
Mostly inconclusive adventures.
Each version has its own dramatis
Personae, its own stage, large or small,
But the ever-changing playwright is
Always the play’s main protagonist,
In This Was My Childhood, Growing Up.
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