Watching the News

Life Demands a rational approach. But the last thing men and women will be is rational. They’ll
be martyrs, saintly or devils, brave or cowardly, intelligent or stupid, but rational? No.
Modern verbiage calls them mixed families. Old fashioned hearts decree it dovetailing. Whatever
metaphor likens to mind, there must be plenty of love to go around. If I only had one apple and
four children, I would quarter it equally and dole it out just so… regardless if they came into my
heart via womb or marriage.
It’s times like these I am embarrassed by my own inability to weep. I feel grief in my mind, a
constriction in my chest, even a hard painful lump in my throat, but the release of tears of
denied me. Years of not daring to cry, telling myself feared played said if I once gave way, I’d be
done for and never stop.
Enough of tragedy on the news. Of evil step parents and their views. I just happen to know that
if it were me in that place, they have to come through me to abuse anyone of my children.
2013