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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A State Called Regardless There had been no births in the family for 30 years no one knew how to put on a diaper with two pins old relatives marveled at the baby heaven sent wonder to be loved simply because, it is a baby and it’s here, regardless. The baby became the child growing as children do with no assumption of others a solitary reflection in a clouded mirror. Soon they tried to fit a large ball into a small box filled with dozens of smaller balls. The large ball bounced freely, off walls, into streets, not cute and lovable but undeniably obnoxious and they had to be happy with it or show some kind of like to remain in a state called regardless. It must have been a strange feeling knowing you weren’t people and didn’t share a common humanhood lending no clue as to what this was. Here, we had an adult, locked in a mode forged by other people’s desire or lack of screaming fire out the playhouse of life in a self-centered universe called regardless. Those old relatives had long since gone to graves and there was only one one person from a whole line of persons Were the elders watching over their miracle baby? Did they know of the loneliness they had caused? Imagine, all that generational weight on one being. Fate, destiny, karma? Whatever, it left no choices but living to carry on, solitary in a state called regardless. 2/23/18 Your Favorite Poem Written in February By Laura Loo
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