Alpha, Omega and all that lies between

power struggling

Unwilling Alpha,
Holds responsibility like a
Soiled diaper
Between thumb and pointer,
Far from himself as
His mighty arm can reach;
Never quite far enough.

In the sooty, ominous cloud
Hovering over his kitchen table throne,
Audible echos, barely confined
Vibrate and rumble
Through our peaceful
Relief of his absence
Serving to remind us
Of understanding firmly withheld
Encouragement unsquandered
Optimism unwasted.
The well of approval,
untapped, untasted.

...........Just...
                  in case........
                                    we forget.