June 20, 2013 · 2:12 am
The journey of a million miles begins with a single mother
Her weeping woes of wisdom seem to transgress like no other.
The open arms of honesty hold steadfast though they tangle
Her children cry obscenities as her love begins to strangle.
When toddling becomes crawling and walk turns into run
Every bump and bruised is kissed away still her grip becomes undone.
The nursling grows now a form independent of her plea
No matter of mere prayers or tears or pure tenacity.
Beyond the trials of motherhood she cannot bear to vision
But while she constantly constrains, her cubs become imprisoned.
Her love becomes ferocity and protection their division
The babes privately premeditate their eminent excision.
When soon her fledglings have enough and plan to leave the nest
She makes to mind a watchful eye in futility at best.
The world has opened up and swallowed all that she held dear
She cannot conceive a life without her babies near.
Space and time her allies yet she feels she is alone
Maturity and malevolence start to lead her offspring home.
They desire of the guidance and protection of their youth
Somehow she’s seen it all and they are honored by her truth.
A mother’s work is never done and seldom does she rest
She will worry when she sleeps, constantly in stress.
Her children will respect her when they learn that she knows best
For them she’d walk a million miles and for this she is blessed.
Rachelle M. Turple
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June 18, 2013 · 9:09 pm
Stop pretending that you’re deeper than you are
When your vocabulary’s bland and your vision
Please believe that you will reap what you sow
When your children can’t read their
Quit neglecting the ones you brought onto this Earth
It sure wasn’t my tax funds who
How can you deny and take life for a joke
You think you’re a dime but you stay
Steady in the hair shop and getting them nails did
But you don’t make the time and read to
Knowing this about You should make You inflamed!
You’re too busy trickin’ to even
Your job is to teach them about their self-wealth
All you’ve been doing’s making them
One day you’ll feel it, one day you’ll see
When the secret is out that your babes
Rachelle M. Turple
*From “The Bad Parent Verses”. More to come…
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