Parents - Poem by Mark Pollins
Was it plasticine they received,
Or was it mud?
Did they try and reshape the wet concrete of my mind,
Or was I allowed to decide in which directions I wouldn’t grow?
Were plans drawn up, moral blueprints xeroxed and distributed,
Or was it a blind dash between shelters of hot cocoa and lies,
Protecting me from the monsoon of this life?
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