Saturday, July 19, 2025

Unmet expectations

I’ve read so many books in which 
The characters describe with pain 
What disappointments they have been to their parents 
That I’ve begun to wonder 
If it might be that the Jesus myth’s at fault: 
That knowing that poor Mary — 
Who wasn’t even married — 
Could give birth to the savior of the universe, 
Each parent, pregnant, then develops expectations 
That each child must inevitably not meet. 
And then, when they’re born, 
And we see those bright eyes, 
Taking everything in, and learning so quickly, 
We project into the future and begin to imagine 
How much they could accomplish 
With all that intelligence, 

Taking each new small learning 
And extrapolating potential into miracles 
That, unhampered by the stuff that held US back, 
They might achieve, as we, like sweepers 
In the curling rink of life, brush away, 
That they might have a clear path to success.

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