Teen Mom All the pathos of our callous age, Concentrated and condensed in a single image, Adolescent mother hugging her infant babe. Mother so slight, so svelte Head bent, shoulders bowed, pliant and subordinate, Cringing with evocative, pathetic frailty, Burdened by an unsought, awesome liability. Child clinging to her, a cameo of innocent, unvarnished beauty. Asking for the time with a soft touch and an immature voice, An important component of her frenetic existence. Mother and child unwilling pawns in a continuously playing political drama, Facing an uncertain future, with the barest minimum of protective social armor. Sanity at Risk Beneath the discipline of orderly habits and prosaic schedules, Melded with the creativity, the deep appreciation Of the yellow shafts piercing the orange, dawning sky; There exists a nagging, unrequited motivation, A lust for life, a need to create life. An undeniable, unquenchable, nagging desire To be immersed in tender love again. Stretching, expanding, shaping the material of my will, I am risking for every second, of every minute, of every hour Of every beautiful day - my sanity, In an inexorable, objective and dispassionate judgment Of precarious human existence. William Edwin Virtue
Posted on: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 17:09:51 +0000
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