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Hip Nanny

There you stand As bold as a lion Demanding more wages There sits my kin Caught in the storm That gathers and rages ...at insolence The very baby I birthed from barrenness Out into beauty and life Given to the hireling Wanting work So he can parade device ...of income Here, here's all change I'll not give a bill To a second-hand man I'll take back my baby And offer time and care Til his legs can move to a stand ...against evil As for my kin Flesh of my flesh May the fire of LOVE Consume your latent heart Written by Trudy Schrader on 01/13/2022

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Date: 1/13/2022 7:01:00 AM
Trudy, I don't need to fully understand this poem to like the 'Hip Nanny'. In fact it's better for its mystery. -Richard
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Trudy Schrader
Date: 1/13/2022 4:56:00 PM
I never allowed my natural, miracle babies to be babysat. Overprotective, reverential toward my duty. However, spiritual babies (ministry/life work) don't seem to get the same care. Care is quite different than love. I left a boatload of mystery for you :)

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