A Rite Of Passage Poem by Elisa Duque

A Rite Of Passage

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Oldest daughter of an Orphan Mother and an Abandoned Father

Neither Mom nor Dad had known love or care when they were my age

Everything must be learned and done for the first time with me

They must be parents any way or another and I should be their Guinea Pig


Neither Mom nor Dad had known love or care when they were my age

My First Communnion must be the best

They must be parents any way or another and I should be their Guinea Pig

The cycle of poverty and neglectfulness will be broken with me, their little experiment


My first Communion must be the best

Wondrous organza dress and embroidered silk gloves, expensive shoes and socks

The cycle of poverty and neglectfulness will be broken with me, their little experiment

I will give THEM all when I grow up


Wondrous organza dress and embroidered silk gloves, expensive shoes and socks

Everything must be learned and done for the first time with me, their Little Experiment

And they will show off their pretty Little Bride among relatives and friends

Because I am the Oldest Daughter of an Orphan Mother and an Abandoned Father

Friday, May 11, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,memories,poems
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My favorite writers' quotations on childhood inspired me to write this pantoum.
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