Trudy Schrader Poet Free verse

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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Quoth Theraven January 13, 2022 at 7:01 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 Trudy Schrader January 13, 2022 at 4:56 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 :)