… couldn’t bring

This month is to behold MOTHER’S DAY and to EVERY ONE of YOU IS my deepest “How’d-JA-do-that”(?), for the length of wait, feed/ clean/ teach/ etcetera, etcetera,etcetra to the Nth .

But, to ‘be’  the ESAU of the ‘family’ is to be the label of “Biblical” rejection. There will be NO(!!!) visible tearing, or tearing of the “life provider”. THIS is a QUEST-EON I’m sure many have made in their own manner.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY(!!), MISSUS McCAMMON.

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at ten times six there’s still a “fix”

my truths disrespectfully denied

though witnessed as a simple creche

astonishment of what life wouldn’t hide

 

the beauties and the repulsions

acid-bitters stevia sweet

light brushings of another

friendships to not complete

 

and yet the days did mount up

containing lessons worthy to a king

for all this labeled just a screw-up

the innocence of childhood couldn’t bring

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Have YOU Seen MY CHILDHOOD?

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