free verse

I'm looking for some comfort, it seems to have escaped from within.
I looked, it's gone.
I'll create some more, for now I'd just like to borrow some.
Encased in a warm hold, burrowing my face deep just because I can; because it
feels safe and yummy. And a vision. I see the jungle again.
I don't need protection or even a place to hide...just some emotional
rental property. By the hour is fine. I'll take 6, please.
My Abu spoke 11 languages and called me his dvoirala...he plucked the
guitar and sang aye yay yay yays like no other man could. Big red nose
gallons of silvovitz (damn, have you ever had that stuff???)
oh red roses
quartz
green
bark
vines
cumulus clouds at the mountain top
cayuko
gallo pinto
shiny
bread
red car
mailbox
oleander
sixth grade best friend
sleep
dancing with the stars

fast asleep until I finally awoke

So, a couple weeks ago, my dad asked me to sum up my life story in 6 words.

Several years ago, my dad was out of work, and out of unemployment, and not old enough for social security. I got another job, and paid his bills, to the best of my ability, for about a year. At that time, my brother told him to go on ss so that I could have a life, and my dad did. When my grandmother died, my dad said that he was going to pay me back. Of course I told him that he had no debt with me, but he insisted. Secretly, I was thrilled, because I would use that money to go to Peru with this crazy writer guy who I heard about.
Today I got a check in the mail for less than half the expected amount. (hello back burner, Iquitos) and this note:
Dear Daisy
I am now trying to remember how to write a Letter. This is some thank you for helping me out. So have you been able to write your life story in Six words? If we haven't talk (sic) about it yet here is mine.

Two wounderfull (sic) Children
They complete me.
and some other stuff that he had to say, blah blah blah

Love
Dad

When I was a little girl, I wanted to marry my daddy, sooooooooooooooooooooo bad. I still love him that much. Please pass the Kleenex