{"id":404,"date":"2012-05-09T18:08:02","date_gmt":"2012-05-09T18:08:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stashreport.com\/?p=404"},"modified":"2012-05-09T22:15:14","modified_gmt":"2012-05-09T22:15:14","slug":"claires-paradox","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stashreport.com\/?p=404","title":{"rendered":"Claire’s Paradox"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Oh my gosh!<\/strong> I published this poem and one of my good friends and (loyal fan) read it and replied, “You’re picking on mothers and this weekend is Mother’s Day”!” Oops! My bad. I did not mean to malign the institution of motherhood… the timing was purely accidental. H-m-m-m, what would Freud say? Stash<\/strong><\/p>\n

Little Claire<\/strong><\/p>\n

Said little Claire, sitting in her high kitchen chair,
\n\u201cI dislike carrots, peas and all veggies strained.\u201d
\n\u201cI want mommy\u2019s dinner!\u201d she angrily complained.<\/p>\n

While there was flair to farina in her hair,
\nClaire cajoled her mother in attempt urge her
\nTo share a Pepsi, her fries and cheese burger.<\/p>\n

Claire whimpered and whined as her mother dined.
\nThe sweet soda, the crispy fries, the burger rare…
\nIn Claire\u2019s mind, life seemed so very unfair.<\/p>\n

Right now, although this may appear to be so,
\nFret not impatient child who loudly shouts…
\nVery soon, situations will do their turnabout.<\/p>\n

Mother will be old and you\u2019ll have your parole.
\nYou\u2019ll dine nightly on spareribs and creamy coleslaw,
\nWhile mom will sip sup through an Ensure straw.<\/p>\n

One day you\u2019ll be a wife in this circle of life…
\nYou\u2019ll have sweet babes of your own,
\nAnd they\u2019ll argue with you until they\u2019re grown.<\/p>\n

Go ahead, scream little Claire, from your tall chair…
\nBut not about what food\u2019s being served today…
\nAbout what\u2019s inevitable and heading your way.<\/p>\n

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