Lying in her mess on the floor
seeing the rest run away in disgust
my angst kept me at the door
she was my Mother after all
so I sprung to her aid:
clean her off I must and
put her in the bed I made.
My turning point came abruptly
to choose my career path,
with my parents in attendance
having fully recovered, requested I did
their reluctance hinged on ‘Girls should not
be educated further,
earn a living wage , supporting us
she must, to the factory she goes!'
Standing in the school auditorium
seeing the Captain with his imposing Dad
to partake in a quiz about his son
All questions he got right, even
the one about his son’s crush
which he points a finger in my direction
only to see my startled face, a-blush
as I glimpse at a Parent I will most likely
model myself after, with affection.
Self representation as an excuse
and with self determination to boot
I awaited my turn to choose.
Mrs Adam approached with
her reluctant daughter in tow
I sat next to the latter in class
Confused, ‘Where are your parents, Child?’, she asks
None to be seen hence none to speak off
She deemed it her right
to take my hands and walk in with,
‘Two daughters I have’, she illustrates
much to the consternation of all Educators.
All subjects ‘A’ was denoted to the right
with the last name of the child
not an ‘Adam’ it was quoted.
With a magnetic smile,
she beams brilliantly that:
I was her child from a Doctor
and the rightful Adam
was her other daughter
from a cab driver.
That paved the way in terms of
my career path according to Mrs Adam
I can be anything I desire due to
Math and my Father,
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My career day at school