Presented with love to my grown children--who are now beginning to appear in the their own parenthood episodes.
Can you taste the acid irony
of being hounded by children for the
freedom we ourselves gave up to have children?
Freedom to go where they please, exactly when
they please, with whom and for what
with no backward glance at you?
“It’s not fair!” they cry and tug
at the rope I felt drop over my neck the
moment the little test strip turned pink or blue,
or whatever, in her urine on the foggy morning
when we heard the front door slam shut
behind freedom we had only just
stolen from our own parents.
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