One of the three divisions of the psyche in psychoanalytic theoryA Poem by h d e rushin(for those who thought that life was fair at all.)what if, out of shame of having a baby who's father is unknown to you. And out of fear of telling your folks, your Dad, ex military, who has an iron knee and thinks the osteopath a communist; who flies a flag on Columbus day and marches full uniform in veterans parades. So out of the greatest pain and terror, you leave it somewhere safe. At the firehouse door or on the stairs of the parish. And homeless people come by thinking it's a bag of food or a bundle of shoes. But the authorities find out that it was you who had given birth all along. A little girl with the same wry smile as yours, who splayed her fingers suddenly as you did. But all the time you've stayed up nights without eating or sleeping just thinking what had happened, what you've done. Is she safe? Is she in the loving arms of someone kind? So you have a change of heart and decide today to be a mother. But now you have to petition the court where an old man decides if your fit enough to care or unfit not to. But not for one f****n second did you ever stop. © 2015 h d e rushinAuthor's Note
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