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/