Your Parents Poem by Morgan Michaels

Your Parents



Yes, they were deeply flawed
in ways that no longer matter-
escapees of a Past
whose injustice they decried
but whose privilege they claimed
or envied: cheerfully
behind and before the time:

'Saving is the surest form of earning'.
Sorry, money's made by spending;
'people aren't ever to be trusted'.
I'll never shake that one.
'they just aren't our kind of folk'.
it's no one's duty to be nothing'.
'domehow, worldliness proceeds from insularity'.

But they met and blent their neediness
commingled their fears, conjoined
their inadequacies, shored up and
fortified against a mean world,
pledged to share each other's joy
and together face improbable sorrow. Said,
'I gotcher back for life', and meant it;

Partaged youth and grew old together:
did what they could
and took what they couldn't alter.
Of course, they failed- just about completely
and molder together, now, in a sinking grave.
Disappointment endeared them to each other,
I think, and that at least is human.

Sunday, December 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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