Beauty and the beast
This is a modern remastering and digital reprint of a classic.
In the hopeful eyes of a child, a product of adoption.
A newcomer to life, rather unwillingly and innocently. As a young, horribly unable couple race to find a suitable family. This ultra-heavy feeling weighs a ton on our shoulders as parents. How I could ever consider adoption as apparant; a way out, not for we, but she. The baby.
As we fight fierce finances and battle acute personality conflicts and regretfulness, stupid debt and crazy deception. It shows us examples of youthful ignorance and parental apprenticeship.
Enter - adoption.
But still never escaping the total consequence, because now it resides in my conscious.
Our unstable, unflatterig residence. In lunar time we are light years away from a capable hospice. Life laughs at us regularly...
My new daughter, too ignorant to the world to see any issues involving materiality and maturity. But to me this whole idea is a nightmare. I'm sure to be punished for the ultimate wrong in my coming cessation. A life ending separation. Dissolution of man, woman and innocent. All the while hoping our child remembers this, the love.
Grow up to understand this was for no other reason but to secure your future, your life.
To be brilliant and bright
Forever in your endeavors,
We both love you.
Poem / Children / Sadness
This is a modern remastering and digital reprint of a classic.
In the hopeful eyes of a child, a product of adoption.
A newcomer to life, rather unwillingly and innocently. As a young, horribly unable couple race to find a suitable family. This ultra-heavy feeling weighs a ton on our shoulders as parents. How I could ever consider adoption as apparant; a way out, not for we, but she. The baby.
As we fight fierce finances and battle acute personality conflicts and regretfulness, stupid debt and crazy deception. It shows us examples of youthful ignorance and parental apprenticeship.
Enter - adoption.
But still never escaping the total consequence, because now it resides in my conscious.
Our unstable, unflatterig residence. In lunar time we are light years away from a capable hospice. Life laughs at us regularly...
My new daughter, too ignorant to the world to see any issues involving materiality and maturity. But to me this whole idea is a nightmare. I'm sure to be punished for the ultimate wrong in my coming cessation. A life ending separation. Dissolution of man, woman and innocent. All the while hoping our child remembers this, the love.
Grow up to understand this was for no other reason but to secure your future, your life.
To be brilliant and bright
Forever in your endeavors,
We both love you.
Poem / Children / Sadness
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