2 November, 2012  |   1 Comment

The Adversary


A mother’s hardest to forgive.
Life is the fruit she longs to hand you,
Ripe on a plate. And while you live,
Relentlessly she understands you.

Phyllis McGinley (1905-1978)

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    Sara says:

    I never read enough poetry…ths one took my breath away. Thanks, lady. You always pick good ones!

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