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adcaela's picture
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my "canterbury tale"

The foreman, the teacher, the child and maid-
All of their tales had been trite and well-grayed.
The lot had been cast and, to my great fear,
My chance to compete was suddenly here.
My previous speech had too been pedantic.
As the crowd approaches I am growing frantic.
I agreed to the battle, the wager is fat.
My son is in arms, my purse is quite flat.
If I lose it will mean a whole week’s wage,
I swallow my breath and approach the stage.
At least the competition is appealingly pale.
Here, dear reader, is the bulk of my tale:

It may seem a lie, but I am seventeen,
And though younger mothers there have been,
My age is a source of shock and surprise
To those who hold judgment on young mothers’ lives.
“Where are your horns and your crack-cocaine?
For a teen mother, you’re awfully plain.”
“Dearest me, I’d ne’er have guessed,
it’s snowing outside, your son is warm dressed.”
I’d like to question, when’s the magic line
When becoming a parent is socially fine?
Twenty, Thirty, Forty-Two?
Perhaps only old folks may care for the new.

Take, for example, a recent ill talk:
My baby and I are out for a walk.
Another mother with stroller in tow
Waves to us, for a chat I slow.
“How old is yours?” the banter begins;
“Seven months? Oh great they’ll be friends.
They may even be in the same kinder class.
He’ll be the gent, she’ll be the lass.”
Our encounter continues, we traverse to the pool.
This is when she discovers I am in high school.
“You’re way too young to have that baby,
Damn those schools with their ‘abstinence only’.”

The thought never occurs that my child is wanted.
Her quick assumption: my mind must be stunted.
I do not argue, It’d be a waste of my time,
I would so love to change her paradigm.
But, as women grow older they grow more self-assured
That theirs are the only sound theories to be heard.
Plus her young child has begun to whine;
I turn to play with the boy who is mine.
The next thing I hear is saddest in rank,
As she asks her young infant, “Do you want a spank?
You need to shut up while mommy is talking.
Why haven’t you even begun to start walking?"

I reach for my son and hold him near
And vow to respect him forever, the dear.
That day I learned from Life, the sage,
Some very important things about age.
This impatient mother who would chastise me
And yet berate her young woman-to-be
Is blinded by age and by prejudice, too.
So the end of my tale is a challenge to you-
Age doesn’t make you less or more,
Whether you’re ninety or under four.
Give every person the utmost respect-
For their spirit, their body and their intellect.

IndigosMama's picture
Last seen: 7 years 4 weeks ago
Joined: 2004-05-09 19:58
my "canterbury tale"

that is REALLY good. rock on, mama.

FearIsAWeapon's picture
Last seen: 12 years 11 months ago
Joined: 2004-05-27 15:48
my "canterbury tale"

That IS fabulous...thank you for posting it!

MommyKatlin's picture
Last seen: 7 years 2 months ago
Joined: 2005-09-30 19:17
my "canterbury tale"

wow!! I'm in awe of you, and your writing!! that was amazing, keep it up!

adcaela's picture
Last seen: 4 years 5 months ago
Joined: 2005-12-09 01:23
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Thanks guys :)

Britt's picture
Last seen: 5 years 7 months ago
Joined: 2005-02-16 19:05
my "canterbury tale"

that was amazing i'll never forget that. awesome job.

Kendra85's picture
Last seen: 12 years 9 months ago
Joined: 2004-09-02 13:02
my "canterbury tale"

That was truly amazing and inspiring. You have a wonderful talent mami! Keep up the writing!

julesmama's picture
Last seen: 10 years 11 months ago
Joined: 2004-05-06 21:57
my "canterbury tale"

wow,that's awesome.