Saturday, May 28, 2011

Saturday Poetry: Maxim

The children of unhappy mothers
Grow up slow.
It takes them so long to do anything at all:

To eat with spoon and fork, to walk, to talk,
To potty train, read and write or
Sleep through the night.
Or spend an evening without a sitter.
To get a driver’s license or
Pay back the loan.
Or leave home.

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