A birth unheralded, shameful, undisclosed
Single parent…if barely that…and poor
Her life already stretched—too much imposed
Her own childhood was bleak with slamming doors
What is there for me…her newborn implores
A spark is lit: I must be strong and love
Stand tall, fight against all that I abhor
Allow gracious good to reign…in stead of…
Looked back in the archives and decided to try another huitain for our dVerse Open Link Night. Grace is our hostess: http://dversepoets.com/2013/03/19/openlinknight-week-88/












