Poem by Pamela Schloesser Canepa, (c) 2019
Either you walk out the door,
Or you stay in
Either the problem is someone else
Or it lies within.
Either you’re just aging
Or drastically sick
Either you break free
Or get beaten with a stick.
Either you’re plowed under,
Or you rise above
You are either the war monger
Or the peaceful dove.
I mean this, my child, please listen to me.
Either you choose,
Or you cease to be.
There’s no half-existing, you see.
Either is a word, that is dear to me.
-Mother to Daughter
If I had a daughter…I’d hold nothing back. I’d tell her the truth, so she’d live better than I did. I have had a son. He knows the unique history of women; he would never hurt a woman. I’ve shown him to respect a woman and treat her as an equal. I have done my best. (Photo found at Pixabay).
*Posted in response to Fandango’s One Word Prompt found at https://pamelascanepa.wordpress.com/2019/12/13/either-fowc/