Biography of Morgan Michaels
Delusions, Delusions, come running to me, now-
whey-faced, whimpering, simpering, blind,
spastic, phthistic, small and spavined-
how do I love you? You shall see how.
You are my children, you are my kind
rightful offspring of my mind:
still, you cover me like the dame in the shoe-
buttons to feed and mouths to sew;
wore you and tore- I watched you grow.