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If one believes something they should have proof .
If one does not believe they should have proof as well .

Don't hide behind your protasis .
May all your "ifs" sink into the sea .

Stand firmly on the waters of your apodosis .
Ease your mind and set your spirit free .
I am a mother without a child
Who comes to me for comfort.
I am a mother with a child
Who walked away from loving care
And chose to be a distant friend
Instead of a loving daughter

I am a mother with only one
Who really wanted to have two,
And wouldn’t have been sad at three.
But never won the right to choose
And had to make the best of what
Was offered as my portion.

Fifty years have come and gone
Plus two more for good measure.
The gap has narrowed not a whit
And my path still skirts the chasm.
I reach with practiced carefulness
To read the card that is my lot
As a mother with no daughter.
ljm
This year's card was more meaningful.  A spark of hope?
Where was white rabbit ?

The girl that breathes Canal street's Spanish moss and dances to Zydeco

I fumbled , tripped on the goal line
all tangled in thorns

Now charged to walk late night's on Jubilee

The fog plays tricks behind facades of listless taunts of truth

I gaze through haze but swirls of vapor twist the thoughts

***** , blues , voodoo , jazz and you ,
my white rabbit
 Apr 14
Marshal Gebbie
Through halls of mist
This great facade,
Where conscience looms
But finds it hard,
Where prescience,
Tho graced in lies,
Instead portrayed
As one who flies.

Casted in your granite stone
The untruth known,
To you alone?

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
Adherence to Bonnie's theme in her searching, "Limestone Facade".
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