Children shoot questions
Left, right and centre,
Today they enquire about
matters
Into which we’d never have
ventured.
We were to be seen
Only when that could not be
helped
But keep our mouths shut
Regardless of how we felt.
Today it is different,
Children are encouraged to ask
Though how to answer them
Is becoming a monumental task.
I’ve long past childhood
But I have some questions of
my own
And I am sure in this matter
I am not alone.
Think about a seven-year old
In a home with two daddies:
What should be the response
If he asks which is his mommy?
Or, perhaps a six-year old
Living with two mommies
In which case in years long
gone by
One would likely be a granny?
Which of you is my mommy?
Which of you is my daddy?
How would we respond to that
child?
Please, somebody, tell me.
And when he or she grows up
And goes to the registry
For a certificate of their
birth,
Tell me if you will, what will
they see?
Spare a thought for the child
Whose rights will be denied:
The right to a father and a mother
In whom they could confide.
Isn’t it already hard enough
Given single-parent situations?
Why make it more complex
By adding more complications?
Who will model Daddy?
Which one will model Mommy?
How will we explain
This overwhelming complexity?
Moving away from the natural
To the abnormally unnatural,
Two Mommies or two Daddies
Is so unprincipled.
Spare a thought for the child;
We didn’t have this growing up
So, why visit this on a child?
What a bitter cup!
When the question is asked
As no doubt it will be,
Which will be the real father
And which will be the mommy?
Stewart Russell © August 17,
2020
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