This narrative is, tragically, 100% true...
They had two children a boy and a girl They'd done their bit for a crowded world Billions then living in poverty Conditions heartbreakingly unsanitary The 'moral' thing for parents to do If having kids, stop at two So dad had a vasectomy Quickly and quite easily His tubes were tied Hs conscience satisfied... Yet just eight months later He wished he'd had an appendectomy or tonsillectomy -- anything but a vasectomy , For his baby daughter had died of SIDS and now he could father no more kids Just as painful, down the road his son came out as gay ~ No grandchildren for him; no way "Be fruitful and multiply" Was commanded not just to the fruit fly But to Adam and Eve, now mocked with mirth -- Though my poor friend with a vasectomy Knows only pain on this Earth He wants you to have as many children as you can Not to think that you're privy to the Divine plan
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.