Dunno.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMX)
Mom had translucent skin, like procelain, whence
In youth she was laughed at; and on that scale
Told cruelly, "you've old lady hands." Twas frail
To have a goddess' skin. Alas, why thence
Did none inherit that?! If only hence
I could have that trait, but I maunt avail
Me. Other features were passed on like bail,
But porcelain skin?! Twas buried with her scents.
I look half like Mom, sound like her in tour,
Both on the phone and foot, yet having, too,
The finer points escapes me. Come now, were
There hope, what is't? She said twas naught, each cue
I would possess not worth it, 'cept to stir
Me to seek Thy face, LORD, and to serve You.
25Dec25b
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC
Dunno.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMX)
Mom had translucent skin, like procelain, whence
In youth she was laughed at; and on that scale
Told cruelly, "you've old lady hands." Twas frail
To have a goddess' skin. Alas, why thence
Did none inherit that?! If only hence
I could have that trait, but I maunt avail
Me. Other features were passed on like bail,
But porcelain skin?! Twas buried with her scents.
I look half like Mom, sound like her in tour,
Both on the phone and foot, yet having, too,
The finer points escapes me. Come now, were
There hope, what is't? She said twas naught, each cue
I would possess not worth it, 'cept to stir
Me to seek Thy face, LORD, and to serve You.
25Dec25b
Is it funny we inherit what we didn't expect or even desire but are scanted what we did think we wanted?
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