Vivian Gloff Mollan Poems

Love is what we search for yet know not it's intent
Perhaps because we do not own—we only rent.
We want the partner at our beck and call
We only want a servant to push around and boss.
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This child was born with traits of his mother.
Father was mad—he looked not like father.
Daddy wants all off-spring to look just like him,
So he with-held the love that should have been.
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When we're well, God's under-sold
A helpful life we don't unfold.
We keep our noses to the ground
The search for money to be found.
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