Telling White Lies

Telling "White Lies" My mother got born November thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five within poverty stricken household of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest (most mollycoddled) of four siblings, experienced grinding poverty, no matter maternal grandfather (Moishe Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive to support his family two parents + remainder offspring, he helped sire lacked positive role models, none the less gumption taught her to strive at tender age livid with rage to escape caricature living poor, thus sought employment when/wherever sheik hood if necessary fibbed to survive plus rash of healthy nurturing, and absolute zero constraints, perhaps five or thereabout years old attested much later, suspected her papa did jive with unspeakable improper behavior (nobody dare discuss taboo issues), yet intuition awoke within immoral conclusion Harriet Kuritsky did arrive, and perhaps resorted to stretching the truth (fibbing a "white lie") the only recourse available plied sweet innocence knowing little or nothing about birds feathering their nest, nor little about buzzfeeding activity in beehive naivete flirtatious coyness advantage worked, I bet young thang did connive and probably never did contemplate, deliberate, generate and wrongdoing, where mother of necessity spurred angelic demureness strategy to contrive securing bare necessities, hence fast forward, when unsolicited advice given to this sole son, or either sibling, (an older & younger sister) tactics upbringing did deprive ma mum of positive role models, hence only blueprint to acquire essential needs serendipitous series of unfortunate events before Lemony Snicket did derive school of hard knocks, (I do believe formerly called Abraham Lincoln High) rather than impugn, judge, revile, et cetera kernels/nuggets of wisdom memory did revive within my mind for rhyme, nor reason blunt honesty, not always best policy despite ten commandments to husbands with many a wive.