Eclipse of the Moon by Mary Susanah Robbins - HTML preview

problem children

I love my problems

as though they were children

and I were their father

I reward them

when they say something witty

I whistle

when they are sad

they are

my flesh and blood

my progeny

I, their father,

was also

a problem

ontogeny

recapitulates

phylogeny

and they are

like me

at every stage

that's what I was like!

problem children

be good children

your mother

is going on

a journey

she will be gone

a good while

and maybe

you will not be

flesh and blood

when she returns

maybe you will

radiantly

transcend

these human

problems, my

flesh and blood

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