At Mother's Knee Poem by Adrian Flett

At Mother's Knee

Where do the demons come from
where do they hide to emerge,
at who's strident call so strong,
difficult to suppress and submerge.

Is their source in old tales and rhymes,
innocent nursery tales heard at mother's knee,
fester in life's troubles and dream-time
whatever standards of measure maybe.

Should we apologize for what we are,
filled with demons from way back when,
bearing it all unable to cast, perhaps unaware
but constantly chagrined, trying to mend.

5/6/2019
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