Old Flame
“I stood and craned my neck to C
if I could make out the ID
of the one my parents chose for me.
He’d courted them from A to Z
and then proposed on bended knee,
but even though I knew that he
suited my father to a T,
I said that it was not to B.
He did not set my spirit free
nor make me want to be a “we,”
so I’m afraid that his suttee
was never fueled by such as me.”
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
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