Sparkle Of New Snow

“So what is co-dependence, sir, I ask you with a sigh,
And am I still entangled, or is freedom gained for I?”
Why, no, I think you've moved beyond its tentacles by now,
And if you slip back into it, I'll tell you straight somehow.

For all start out in life dependent, in and out of mom;
Then gradually we wean away, get more adventuresome.
Then as a teen we cut the strings – take independent stance,
A process spanning several years, quite oft with song and dance.

We try our wings – “they work”, exclaim – then swoop around with glee,
But hover close to hearth and home – it costs a lot we see.
Then off we go, bounce once or twice, land running on our feet,
To face the sun and distance run, expansive future greet.

Then one fine day it dawns on us efficiency is lost
When independent life is lived and we bear all the cost.
“If I could find someone who also goes their way alone,
Who's good at stuff I'm not, then we could set up house and home.”

We look around and find some person different as can be;
Who likes us just as we do them; lives independently;
We complement each other; bring the best out in each one;
So one and one makes more than two – the marriage making sum.

When dare to wed the math then shifts to ‘one plus one makes one’ –
Like tea and sugar in a cup of water makes new fun.
But still beneath all this each person walks quite well alone;
The farthest thing from thought in each – ‘dependency’ in home.

As little kids we said to mom – “Do anything but leave –
For if you leave I'll die, for I my needs cannot relieve.”
As kids, we're right, but not grown up, for leaving we'll not die,
But rather move along in life – to future we will hie.

There is a shortcut in this mix we take when we are scared,
We close our ranks, shut out the world – to venture forth's not dared –
Like two mom's nursing off each one – “feed me so I'll be strong
To feed you, then reciprocate, and so we'll get along.”

Once more, like kids, we use that line, “Do anything but leave”
Baloney 'tis, but nasty biz is up to the others' sleeve –
They stay all right, but license take, “Do anything but leave”
And wipe their boots upon your face – you spiral down with ease.

The quick way out from this sad state is independent one –
Like teens at home, spread out your wings, and head towards the Son;
Inside or out relationship – it matters not, both work;
The other one will smarten up, or skulk away like jerk.

The other person makes a choice – go independent too,
Or else look around for someone else to play dependent to.
It drives them nuts as you get well and happy as can be;
The pressure mounts as they get worse and future life they see.

In friendships we fall into that to great or less degree,
Especially when compassion is a strength as within thee.
Solution is the same – you will not die, nor die will they,
But life awaits for all as we move to eternity.

I see the scudding clouds flow by my window here this morn,
And know by night we'll feel the brunt of our first winter storm.
But one thing does not drag me down in winter's stormy days –
My friendships are all healthy ones, Son-sparkled – bidding praise.

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