Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Great Regulars: Grotesque, in the sense that

there's so much against it, so much pain, annoyance, sometimes real suffering, in the parent-child relationship, yet we go on loving each other.

You need to read the title as part of the poem.

The poem is a definition of parents.

Parents

from Fleda Brown: Traverse City Record-Eagle: Parents love, wrinkle, die

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